"Even so! Thou art Lord of lords, and King of kings, O Christ!" Suddenly there was a cry of other voices.

Up from the rocks of the plateau behind the five there sprang a second group of persons.
The five Christians, knowing the voices of their former heathen captors, fled.

The lad Timokles was closely pursued.

He felt, rather than heard, close behind him, the footsteps of his enemy, and, turning sharply, Timokles sped away in another direction.
Here and there, back and forth, the two ran in the star-lit darkness.

The five Christians were widely scattered now.