Here, for the night was cool, lay in circles many of the unhoused Passover guests.

Here, also, was wakefulness and the hatchment of evil.
The running girl was upon them before she knew it.

One of the figures that sat with its back to the dull glow saw her approaching.

Instantly he rose upon one knee and snatched her dress as she ran.
Jerked from her balance, she screamed and threw out her hands to keep from falling upon the shoulders of her assailant.

One or two others with unintelligible sounds struggled up, and as she fell, the Maccabee leaped from the darkness, wrenched her from the grasp of her captor, and warding off attack with his knife, fled with her into the darkness.
The transfer of control over her had been made so swiftly that in her stupor of terror she hardly realized it.