Look, yonder is Caleb--yes, Caleb himself, shouting to the Jews.

How fierce is his face, like that of a hyena in a snare.

Nay, now I will not go--go you and leave me in peace to watch the end." "Since you are too heavy and strong for my old arms to carry down those steep steps, so be it," answered Nehushta calmly.

"After all, we have food with us, and our angels can guard us as well on the top of a tower as in those dirty cisterns.

Also this fray is worth the watching." As she spoke, the Romans having re-formed, led by the Prefect Marcus and other officers, advanced from their entrenchment, to be met half-way by the Jews, now reinforced from the Temple, among whom was Caleb.