In a twinkling the whole party had mounted, and passed swiftly on toward Jerusalem.

As they moved forward, the strange woman murmured softly: "Two!" Laodice's camel mounted the slope toward the east and stretched away on a comparative level toward an immense white moon.

Aquila's horse kept up with the matchless speed of the tall camel only at times, and Laodice, dully sensing that they were going at hot haste, realized that a race was on between them and the pestilence.

Momus was wielding the goad for a run to the frosts.
A camel raced up beside Aquila.
"Look!" the woman said to him in a lowered tone, showing back over the road by which they had come.

Aquila turned in his saddle and looked.
Momus rose in his seat and looked.