Those in front began to scream, those behind pressed on.

Some fell and were trodden underfoot, others clambered upon their bodies, in turn to fall and be trodden underfoot.
"Our death is upon us!" cried one of the Nazarenes.
"Nay, life remains to us," answered Nehushta.

"Follow me, all of you, for I know the road," and, seizing Rachel about the middle, she began to drag her towards a little door.

It was unlocked and guarded by one man only, the apostate jailer Rufus.
"Stand back!" he cried, lifting his spear.
Nehushta made no answer, only drawing a dagger from her robe, she fell upon the ground, then of a sudden rose again beneath his guard.

The knife flashed and went home to the hilt.