And he had not to go far; only into a tent on the outskirts of the camp.

For Foster-father's suspicions had been correct, and he had been sent to try and entice the child by some of Prince Kumran's partisans who, booted and spurred, and with a swift pacing camel for the child, were waiting eagerly for the return of their messenger.
Their faces fell as he flung the little cap upon the ground.
"The old fox is too wary," he said.

"We must get at the child some other way." One of the party took up the cap and fingered it, half idly.

"He has a large-sized head for his years," he remarked; "if it be full of brains, hereafter he may do well.".