The two boats of the galley drew near and in the bow of the first of them stood a tall and noble-looking figure.
"It is Caleb," said Miriam, "Caleb who has come to save us." Caleb it was indeed.

At a distance of ten paces from the steps he halted his boat and called aloud: "Benoni, Lady Miriam and Nehushta, if you still live, stand forward." They stood forward.
"Now wade into the sea," he cried again, and they waded out until the water reached their armpits, when they were seized one by one and dragged into the boat.

Many followed them and were also dragged in, until that boat and the other were quite full, whereon they turned and were rowed to the galley.

Having embarked them, the two boats went back and again were filled with fugitives, for the most part women and children.
Again they went, but as they laded for the third time, the ends of ladders appeared above the encircling walls of the steps, and Syrians could be seen rushing out upon the portico, whence they began to lower themselves with ropes.

The end of that scene was dreadful.