"One of those men struck him, and he desires to wash the wound with his blood." "Oh, surely not! Nou.

That would be taking vengeance, and revenge is evil." Nehushta shrugged her shoulders.

"Caleb may think otherwise, as I do at times.

Wait, and we shall see." As it chanced, they did see something.

The footpath by which they returned to the village ran over a high ridge of ground, and from its crest, although they were a mile or more away, in that clear desert air they could easily discern the line of the high priest's servants straggling along, driving before them a score or so of mules, laden with wine and other produce which they had stolen from the stores.