Their clubs fly like flails! There, I saw a rabbi struck down--an old man! They spare nobody!" Ben-Hur let the man down.
"Men of Galilee," he said, "it is a trick of Pilate's.

Now, will you do what I say, we will get even with the club-men." The Galilean spirit arose.
"Yes, yes!" they answered.
"Let us go back to the trees by the gate, and we may find the planting of Herod, though unlawful, has some good in it after all.

Come!" They ran back all of them fast as they could; and, by throwing their united weight upon the limbs, tore them from the trunks.
In a brief time they, too, were armed.

Returning, at the corner of the square they met the crowd rushing madly for the gate.

Behind, the clamor continued--a medley of shrieks, groans, and execrations.
"To the wall!" Ben-Hur shouted.