Titus drew up his horse and looked.

Nicanor with a sidelong glance awaited the young Roman's command to his escort to ride down the fugitive.

But he waited, and continued to wait, while Titus with lifted head and with indecision in his eyes watched the deformed old shape hobble on toward the Wall of Circumvallation.
"Shall we let him go ?" Nicanor inquired coldly.
"If some of my legionaries or those erratic Jews fail to get him between here and Jerusalem, he shall get into Jerusalem.

But by Hector, he will earn his entry!" They saw the old man mount by the causeway of earth which the Romans had built over the siege wall for the passage of the troops, saw him an instant outlined against the sky on the summit, and the next instant he disappeared.
Titus touched his horse and rode at a trot toward the causeway himself.

He would see the end of this mad venture.
In the hour of sunrise the sentinel above the North Gate in the Old Wall saw among the ruins of the houses of Coenopolis a figure dodging painfully hither and thither.