the arc of its own circle back into the breast that wore the
twelve-jeweled breast-plate.

The nerve strain that seemed tearing the soul of the High Priest was
communicating itself to the congregation when the tense and awful
stillness was broken by a shout. "Thou art the King!" a mighty voice
called above the heads of the people. "Jesus of Nazareth, thou art the
King!"

With an involuntary sigh of relief the people turned from the silent
actors in the drama taking place under the Beautiful Gate, to learn who
had spoken. A third time the shout rang out: "Thou art the King!" Now
the people saw. It was a fisherman supported above the crowd on the
shoulders of two Galileans. He shook a dingy red head-cloth as he
shouted. The suppressed feeling of the crowd now gave way to a great
murmur like that of a sea with a tide turning in, but before there was
a demonstration a wild cry sounded through the court.

A soldier standing beneath the shouting fisherman had bent his body
backward, as he gave command for silence, that he might the better face
him who did the unlawful act. Casting his eye down as the soldier
prodded him on the leg, the fisherman saw something that changed the
shout on his lips to a curse. The next instant, as if it had been
hurled from the heavens, the keen, two-edged blade of a fishing knife
had lodged its point in the heart of the Roman. While the dying cries
of the spearman yet moved the multitude to frenzied curiosity, Jael the
fisherman, the High Priest and Jesus of Nazareth, each according to his
own way, left the Temple.

CHAPTER XXIV

BY THIS WITNESS

At the Bethany home on the following afternoon Joseph of Arimathea and
Lazarus discussed the great drama that had taken place in the Temple
and the danger coming out of it that would be added to the peril the
Galilean was already in, because of his triumphal entry into Jerusalem.
While the men discussed the day's excitement, Martha told Mary of her
visit to Jerusalem, as they sat in the garden on the edge of the stone
basin, from which place Martha could watch the gate for the arrival of
Eli from market.

"To-day while in Jerusalem," said Martha, "did Anna and Debora and I
seek to make our way into the Temple, yet we got no farther than
Solomon's Porch for here a thick crowd did stay our steps. As we
pressed around one of the great pillars, we heard a voice. 'It is thy
friend Rabbi Jesus,' said Anna. And by squeezing and strug