Marcus opened the door, went out of it, and pulled it to behind him.

Caleb caught it in his hand, slipped through and closed it.

A few paces down the wall--eight or ten perhaps--was another door, by which Marcus entered the garden of the guest-house.

As he turned to shut this, Caleb pushed in after him, and they were face to face.
"Who are you ?" asked the Roman, springing back.
Caleb, who by now was cool enough, closed the door and shot the bolt.
Then he answered, "Caleb, the son of Hilliel, who wishes a word with you." "Ah!" said Marcus, "the very man, and, as usual, unless the light deceives me, in an evil humour.

Well, Caleb the son of Hilliel, what is your business with me ?" "One of life and death, Marcus the son of Emilius," he answered, in such a tone that the Roman drew his sword and stood watching him.
"Be plain and brief, young man," he said.
"I will be both plain and brief.