They gained them, such as were not overtaken, but the Jews who pursued were met with so fierce a charge, delivered by the fresh troops behind the defences, that they were in turn swept back and took refuge among the ruined houses.
Suddenly Miriam's attention became concentrated upon the mounted officer who led this charge, a gallant-looking man clad in splendid armour, whose clear, ringing voice, as he uttered the words of command, had caught her ear even through the tumult and the shouting.

The Roman onslaught having reached its limit, began to fall back again like the water from an exhausted wave upon a slope of sand.

At the moment the Jews were in no condition to press the enemy's retreat, so that the mounted officer who withdrew last of all, had time to turn his horse, and heedless of the arrows that sang about him, to study the ground now strewn with the wounded and the dead.

Presently he looked up at the deserted tower as though wondering whether he could make use of it, and Miriam saw his face.

It was Marcus, grown older, more thoughtful also, and altered somewhat by a short curling beard, but still Marcus and no other.
"Look! look!" she said.
Nehushta nodded.