The others also became silent, and their motionless bodies were soon absorbed in the sound sleep of fatigue.

Through his heavy slumber Peter vaguely saw something white bending over him, some one's voice resounded and died away, leaving no trace in his dimmed consciousness.
"Simon, are you sleeping ?" And he slept again, and again some soft voice reached his ear and died away without leaving any trace.
"You could not watch with me even one hour ?" "Oh, Master! if you only knew how sleepy I am," he thought in his slumber, but it seemed to him that he said it aloud.

And he slept again.
And a long time seemed to have passed, when suddenly the figure of Jesus appeared near him, and a loud, rousing voice instantly awakened him and the others: "You are still sleeping and resting?
It is ended, the hour has come--the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of the sinners." The disciples quickly sprang to their feet, confusedly seizing their cloaks and trembling from the cold of the sudden awakening.

Through the thicket of the trees a multitude of warriors and temple servants was seen approaching noisily, illumining their way with torches.

And from the other side the disciples came running, quivering from cold, their sleepy faces frightened; and not yet understanding what was going on, they asked hastily: "What is it?
Who are these people with torches ?" Thomas, pale faced, his moustaches in disorder, his teeth chattering from chilliness, said to Peter: "They have evidently come after us." Now a multitude of warriors surrounded them, and the smoky, quivering light of the torches dispelled the soft light of the moon.