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The door of the tomb was then closed, but not fastened, as sacrificial services would be held there periodically for many years. The procession then returned on foot to the house. During all this time no certain clew had been obtained as to the authors of the murder. Upon going up to the temple on the day of Neco's death Chebron found all sorts of rumors current.
Jethro, Amuba, and Chebron were standing together at one of the angles of the encampment when the former suddenly exclaimed: "There are men or animals moving on that steep hill opposite! I thought several times I heard the sound of stones being displaced. I certainly heard them then." Then turning round he raised his voice: "I can hear sounds on the hill.
Your plots shall fail and ruin fall upon you!" "Come on, Chebron!" Amuba exclaimed, pulling his garment. "Some of the fellows may know the secret of this statue, and in that case they will kill us without mercy if they find us here." Passing through the opening they groped their way to the top of the stairs, hurried down these as fast as they could in the darkness, and issued out from the door.
He had spent the time wandering from court to court of the temple, but beyond a solitary priest moving here and there replenishing the lamps of the altars he had seen no one, and had been himself entirely unnoticed. Amuba and Chebron were both inclined to be dispirited at the want of success of their watching, but Jethro chid them for their impatience.
"Now, first of all," Mysa said, "I must have my questions answered. How are my father and mother and everyone?" Jethro took Amuba's arm and turned away. "We will leave you, Chebron, to tell Mysa what has taken place. It will be better for you to do so alone." Ruth rose from her seat to leave also, but Mysa put her hand on her arm. "I am frightened, Ruth; stay with me."
"Nor has it in one respect, Chebron, for it has drawn a wide chasm between the aristocratic classes and the bulk of the people, who can never own land, and have no stimulus to exertion." "But they are wholly ignorant, father. They are peasants, and nothing more." "I think they might be something more, Chebron, under other circumstances. However, that is not the question we are discussing.
"He was not here very frequently," Chigron replied, "though he certainly came sometimes, and was interested in watching the various processes." Chebron had, in fact, been several times to the embalmer's. Amuba had accompanied him, although he himself would have preferred staying away, for to him the whole scene was repulsive. Chebron's temperament differed, however, widely from that of his friend.
She would make me marry some one else who was rich, regardless of my wishes. No, Chebron, nothing shall make me go back to her." Chebron looked perplexed. "Here come Jethro and Amuba, dear. You had best talk it over with them. I see nothing else for you to do." As Jethro came up Mysa walked to meet him. "I will not go back to my mother, Jethro!" she exclaimed impetuously.
Physically, Chebron was not a coward, but he had not the toughness of mental fibre which enables some men to bear almost unmoved misfortunes which would crush others to the ground. As to the comforting assurances of Amuba and Jethro, they failed to give him the slightest consolation.
Jethro had not joined in the pursuit, but as soon as the Arabs fled had leaped from his horse. "You were almost too late, Jethro," Amuba said. "I was, indeed," Jethro replied. "I thought that I was engaged with the whole of the footmen, and in the heat of the fight did not notice that a party had moved off to attack you. You are terribly hurt, I fear, both you and Chebron.
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