"Bid them cheer me or I will run you through!" His lance threatened.
"There shall be cheers in a moment, son of Herod," said Vergilius, calmly and respectfully approaching him.

Antipater, unaware of his peril, stood with lance at rest.

With a hand quick as the paw of a leopard, Vergilius whirled it away and caught the wrist of the Jew and flung him down.

While Antipater struggled in his great robe the tribune had disarmed him.

Every man of the cohort was now cheering.
Antipater rose in terrible wrath and flung off his robe of gold and purple.
"Put him in irons!" he shouted.