It was not habited in the brasses of the Roman armor.

Also, it hobbled as if lame and ran toward the gate fast closed below the sentry.
The Jew, too intensely interested in the great climax enacting in the city below, ceased to remark on this figure.
Presently, however, he looked again into ruined Coenopolis.

He saw there this un-uniformed figure wrapped in fierce embrace with a young legionary.

Almost before the sentry's astonishment shaped itself into exclamation, the legionary was tumbled aside as if crushed and the old figure hobbled on.
Suddenly there appeared in the path of the wayfarer a galloping horseman, who drew his mount back on his haunches, then spurred him to ride down the old man.
The sentry on the Old Wall made a choked sound, unslung his bow and sent an arrow singing.

There was a shout and the figure of the horseman plunged from his saddle face down on the earth.
The wayfarer flung himself away and rushed toward the wall, only a little distance away.
But all Coenopolis seemed to swarm now with legionaries, afoot or horseback.
The Jewish sentry rushed to the edge of the tower overhanging the gate.
"Open!" he shouted below.