Then he came back again quietly with heavy, dragging steps, as a wounded animal creeps slowly to its lair after a severe and deadly fight.

Only Judas had no lair; but there was a house, and in the house he perceived Jesus.

Weary and thin, exhausted with continual strife with the Pharisees, who surrounded Him every day in the Temple with a wall of white, shining, scholarly foreheads, He was sitting, leaning His cheek against the rough wall, apparently fast asleep.
Through the open window drifted the restless noises of the city.

On the other side of the wall Peter was hammering, as he put together a new table for the meal, humming the while a quiet Galilean song.

But He heard nothing; he slept on peacefully and soundly.