Then as the trampling hoofs came nearer the workmen fled dispersed, up alleys and into the courts of houses, and the Guards in their embossed leather chariots swept down the street at the gallop, their wheels clattering over the stones, and their dark-coloured, blue tunics blown open and back with the wind of their going.
'So THAT riot's over,' said the crimped-linen-dressed lady; 'that's a blessing! And did you notice the Captain of the Guard?
What a very handsome man he was, to be sure!' The four children had taken advantage of the moment's pause before the crowd turned to fly, to edge themselves and drag each other into an arched doorway.
Now they each drew a long breath and looked at the others.
'We're well out of THAT,' said Cyril.
'Yes,' said Anthea, 'but I do wish the poor men hadn't been driven back before they could get to the King.

He might have done something for them.' 'Not if he was the one in the Bible he wouldn't,' said Jane.

'He had a hard heart.' 'Ah, that was the Moses one,' Anthea explained.

'The Joseph one was quite different.

I should like to see Pharaoh's house.