"Demon or angel, into whose hands have I fallen?" murmured Deborah, for her rescuer seemed either less or more than man. A moment later the opening between the rocks where they stood was shadowed. A Greek armor blocked the way. Deborah uttered a cry of horror. Surely they were entrapped. But her guide advancing familiarly embraced the intruder. The stranger, removing his broad-brimmed Greek hat, showed a head marvelously like the other's; the same bristling red hair, broad forehead and decidedly aquiline nose. Though not so tall as Judas, the newcomer was equally broad-shouldered and as compactly built; his arms longer in proportion to the body; his calves more knotty. If Judas were a lion, this man was of a panther's build. "The attempt succeeded, brother Jonathan?" inquired Judas. "Perfectly," replied the seeming Greek. "I spent the night within the walls of Mizpah, and learned that Apollonius has about twenty thousand between Jerusalem and the sea." "So many? And we are a brood of partridges before the hawks." "But Elijah's God is left, brother Judas." "Aye, but there is no Elijah." "Say not so. Elijah was not Elijah until God called him, and made him feel the truth his name signified,--Elijah, 'whose God is Jehovah.' And God can call whom He will, and whom He calls, He will empower. Gideon was hiding his wheat from the Philistines, when the Lord said, 'Go, in this thy might, and thou shalt save Israel.' To whom may He not speak? And woe to the man unto whom the Lord speaks, if he shall not obey, though he be a Simon or a Judas. Our father's house is not like Gideon's, least in the tribe; nor are you, Judas, least in our father's house." "Enough of this talk, Jonathan," replied Judas. "Our swords are only sharp enough to drink the blood of the enemies of the Lord; not bright enough to lead the host. Such words as yours savor of blasphemy. I will have none of them further. But these children of Jerusalem are in need. Take care of them. I must away. You have all the lads of Modin accounted for?" "Every one at his station." "No Greeks on Bethhoron?" "Not out of the town walls, or their souls would flee their bodies as soon as their bodies left the covert." "It is well." Judas donned the Greek armor which his brother Jonathan had taken off. "The Lord watch over you, my lady!" His farewell was spoken with that mixture of humility and dignity which only men who are conscious of their own exaltation, either of rank or character, can exhibit in rendering service. "Your father is Mattathias?" asked Deborah of Jonathan, when Judas was gone. "Is he not very old? Surely he has often been with my father in Jerusalem."