Some one, whose name did not transpire, just risen from his bed (for he was covered only with a blanket), rushed excitedly into the crowd of soldiers and servants.

When they tried to stop him, and seized hold of his blanket, he gave a cry of terror, and took to flight like the others, leaving his garment in the hands of the soldiers.

And so he ran stark-naked, with desperate leaps, and his bare body glistened strangely in the moonlight.
When Jesus was led away, Peter, who had hidden himself behind the trees, came out and followed his Master at a distance.

Noticing another man in front of him, who walked silently, he thought that it was John, and he called him softly: "John, is that you ?" "And is that you, Peter ?" answered the other, pausing, and by the voice Peter recognised the traitor.

"Peter, why did you not run away together with the others ?" Peter stopped and said with contempt: "Leave me, Satan!" Judas began to laugh, and paying no further attention to Peter, he advanced where the torches were flashing dimly and where the clanking of the weapons mingled with the footsteps.