Here, on its very threshold indeed, his strength failed him, for he was wounded in the knee as well as in the head.

Groaning, "I cannot," he fell to the ground, dragging the old Libyan with him, his breastplate clattering loud against the stone threshold.

The sentry without heard the sound and called to a companion to give him the lantern.

In an instant Nehushta was up again, and seizing Marcus by his right arm, began to drag him through the opening, while Miriam, setting her back against the swinging stone to keep it from closing, pushed against his feet.
The lantern appeared round the angle of the broken masonry.
"For your life's sake!" said Miriam, and Nehushta dragged her hardest at the heavy, helpless body of the fallen man.

He moved slowly.