The Maccabaean

Yigael felt he was free. He turned his horse to where the other Arabs had been, but they had all disappeared. They had evidently planned to surround him and to capture him alive. He looked toward the mill; three guns pointed at him. He looked toward the highway; three large shadows of men on horsec- back on the dust of the road. “And two in the wheat,” said Yigael to himself. “If I run to the mill, ‘I'll be cut off from the settlement. li I ride toward the settlement, my horse will stumble in the tall wheat, and they will capture us both alive, Let's go to the highway, and have a shot at them. I still have seven cartridges.’” These thoughts flew through Yigael's mind. He turned his agile mare, and pressed his feet to her sides with all his strength. The faithful anımal understood the resolution of her master. With a single leap she bounded over the fence and stood on the highway. And Yigael fired right and left. Three riders crept toward him. One:was wounded, the horse of