It was not well that this conscienceless man should have discovered that they were traveling near this girl and her old servant.

Much as the young man wished to loiter along the road to Jerusalem to keep her in sight while he could, he saw plainly that to defend her from Julian he must ride on and leave her.
"Your meal," said Julian, "is as cold as Jugurtha's bath." "I have lost my appetite," the Maccabee said carelessly.

"Saddle and let us ride on." At his words, a picture of his own comfortable progress to Jerusalem compared to her long foot-weary tramp for days over the inhospitable hills appeared to him.

The instant impulse did not permit himself to argue the immoderation of his care of her.

Julian clung to his side until they were ready to depart.