"
"Certainly I forgive you, Lady Miriam," he replied, also dwelling on
her name and copying her accent in a fashion that made the grim-faced
Nehushta smile.
She waved her hand in deprecation. "The truth is, that this matter of
Caleb's----"
"Oh, may all the infernal gods take Caleb! as I have reason to believe
they shortly will," broke in Marcus angrily.
"But that is just what I wish to prevent; we have met here to talk of
Caleb."
"Well, if you must--talk and let us be done with him. What about Caleb?"
Miriam clasped her hands. "What do you know of him, Captain Marcus?"
"Know? Why, just this: a spy I have in my troop has found out a country
fellow who was hunting for mushrooms or something--I forget what--in a
gully a mile away, and saw this interesting youth hide himself there
and shoot that Jewish plunderer with a bow and arrow. More--he has found
another man who saw the said Caleb an hour or two before help himself
to an arrow out of one of the Jew's quivers, which arrow appears to be
identical with, or at any rate, similar to, that which was found in the
fellow's gullet. Therefore, it seems that Caleb is guilty, and that it
will be my duty to-morrow to place him under arrest, and in due course
to convey him to Jerusalem, where the priests will attend to his little
business.
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