He seemed to relinquish the intent that had risen in him, and sat down again.
After a while as his constant gaze at the passers-by led him again toward the overflowing well, he saw there, standing in a long line, awaiting turn to dip a vessel in the water, the old bowed servant, with a skin in his hand.

The girl was nowhere to be seen.
Julian sprang to his feet and, hastening across the road, considerably below the well, climbed the hill in the direction in which he had seen the girl disappear.
That watchful alarm in the brain which, at moments of demand, is instantly alive in certain sleepers, aroused the Maccabee almost as soon as the stealthy, receding footsteps of Julian died away.

He stirred, sat up and looked about him.

Julian was nowhere to be seen.
Both horses were feeding a little distance away.

The Maccabee sprang up and looked toward the well.