The boats were full, till the water indeed began to overflow their gunwales, but many still remained upon the steps or rushed into the water, women screaming and holding their children above their heads, and men thrusting them aside in the mad rush for life.

The boats rowed off, some who could swim following them.

For the rest, their end was the sword.

In all, seventy souls were rescued.
Miriam flung herself downwards upon the deck of the galley and burst into tears, crying out: "Oh! save them! Can no one save them ?" while Benoni seated at her side, the water running from his blood-stained garment, moaned: "My house sacked; my wealth taken; my people slain by the Gentiles!" "Thank God Who has saved us," broke in old Nehushta, "God and Caleb; and as for you, master, blame yourself.

Did not we Christians warn you of what was to come?
Well, as it has been in the beginning, so it shall be in the end." Just then Caleb appeared before them, proud and flushed with triumph, as he well might be who had done great things and saved Miriam from the sword.