A single loud cry for help would have brought a rescue, a few words to the rescuers would have roused a mob of fierce men and the two Jews would have paid with their lives for the deeds they had not yet committed.

But Simon Abeles uttered no cry and offered no resistance.

He had said that he feared not death, and he had spoken the truth, not knowing what manner of death was to be his.

Onward they sped, and in the vision the way they traversed seemed to sweep past them, so that they remained always in sight though always hurrying on.

The Christian quarter was passed; before them hung the chain of one of those gates which gave access to the city of the Jews.
With a jeer and an oath the bearded sentry watched them pass--the martyr and his torturers.