Through all the shouting at camel and mule, the talk of parties and the dogged trudging of lonely and uncompanionable solitaries, the Maccabee slept.

From time to time Julian, who had wakened early, gazed with smoldering eyes at the insolent composure of his enemy sleeping.

But slumber with so little control over the senses of a man was not to be depended upon for any work that demanded stealth.

At times the gaze he bent upon the long lazy shape half buried in the raw-edged grass was malevolent with uneasiness and hate.
Again, some one of the passing travelers that bore a resemblance to the expected Aquila would bring the Ephesian to his feet, only to sink back again with a muttered imprecation at his disappointment.
"A pest on the waxen-hearted satyr!" he said to himself finally.

"Why should he have been more faithful to me than to his first employer! I am old enough to have learned by this time not to trust my success to any man but myself.