But my head was over my shoulder as I called back to Miriam: "You are hard on a man you have said yourself is without evil." "I am hard upon the evil that will come of him if he lives," she replied.
Scarcely did I catch her words, for a man sprang in, seizing my bridle- rein and leg and struggling to unhorse me.

With my open palm, leaning forward, I smote him full upon cheek and jaw.

My hand covered the face of him, and a hearty will of weight was in the blow.

The dwellers in Jerusalem are not used to man's buffets.

I have often wondered since if I broke the fellow's neck.
* * * * * Next I saw Miriam was the following day.