"They say so; but as he was trodden as flat as a roof-board, and they
had to take him up in pieces, it is difficult to know the truth of that
matter. Anyhow his mates are anxious to get the lady, and I should be
sorry to die as she will, when they do, or her mistress either. They
have leave to finish them in their own fashion."
"Hadn't we best be going?" said the first soldier, who evidently was
anxious to keep some appointment.
"Hullo!" exclaimed the second, a sharp-eyed fellow, "there's a stair; we
had better just look up it."
"Not much use," answered the officer. "That old thief Amram, the
corn-merchant, has a store there, and he isn't one of the sort to leave
it unlocked. Still, just go and see."
Then came the sound of footsteps on the stair, and presently a man could
be heard fumbling at the further side of the door. Rachel shut her eyes
and prayed; Nehushta, drawing the knife from her bosom, crept towards
the doorway like a tigress, and placed her left hand on the stick that
held it shut. Well it was that she did so, since presently the soldier
gave a savage push that might easily have caused the wood to slip on the
cemented floor. Now, satisfied that it was really locked, he turned and
went down the steps.
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