Presently Marcus caught the gleam of a white robe followed by a dark one, flitting towards him through the dim and dewy garden, and at the sight his heart stood still, then began to beat again in a disorderly fashion. Had he known it, another heart a few yards behind him also stood still, and then began to beat like that of a man in a violent rage. It seems possible, also, that a third heart experienced unusual sensations. “I wish she had left the old lady behind,” muttered Marcus. “No, I don’t, for then there are brutes who, if they knew, might blame her”; and, luckily for himself, he walked forward a few paces to meet the white robe, leaving the little belt of trees almost out of hearing. Now Miriam stood before him, the moonlight shining on her delicate face and in her tranquil eyes, which always reminded him of the blue depths of heaven. “Sir,” she began—— “Oh, I pray you,” he broke in, “cease from ceremony and call me Marcus!” “Captain Marcus,” she repeated, dwelling a little on the unfamiliar name, “I beg that you will forgive me for disturbing you at so unseasonable an hour.” “Certainly I forgive you, Lady Miriam,” he replied, also dwelling on her name and copying her accent in a fashion that made the grim-faced Nehushta smile. She waved her hand in deprecation. “The truth is, that this matter of Caleb’s——” “Oh, may all the infernal gods take Caleb! as I have reason to believe they shortly will,” broke in Marcus angrily. “But that is just what I wish to prevent; we have met here to talk of Caleb.” “Well, if you must—talk and let us be done with him. What about Caleb?” Miriam clasped her hands. “What do you know of him, Captain Marcus?” “Know? Why, just this: a spy I have in my troop has found out a country fellow who was hunting for mushrooms or something—I forget what—in a gully a mile away, and saw this interesting youth hide himself there and shoot that Jewish plunderer with a bow and arrow. More—he has found another man who saw the said Caleb an hour or two before help himself to an arrow out of one of the Jew’s quivers, which arrow appears to be identical with, or at any rate, similar to, that which was found in the fellow’s gullet. Therefore, it seems that Caleb is guilty, and that it will be my duty to-morrow to place him under arrest, and in due course to convey him to Jerusalem, where the priests will attend to his little business. Now, Lady Miriam, is your curiosity satisfied about Caleb?” “Oh,” she said, “it cannot be, it must not be! The man had struck him and he did but return a blow for a blow.” “An arrow for a blow, you mean; the point of a spear for the push of its handle. But, Lady Miriam, you seem to be very deep in the confidence of Caleb. How do you come to know all this?” “I don’t know, I only guess. I daresay, nay, I am sure, that Caleb is quite innocent.” “Why do you take such an interest in Caleb?” asked Marcus suspiciously. “Because he was my friend and playmate from childhood.”