"Because I can't wait any longer. You will find out who He is, ere long."
"Well, where is He?"'
"I'll go with the soldiers. There are several persons with Him; I will go up to one and kiss his cheek. That will be He."
"How much do you want for this service of love, you brute?" asked the captain.
"Insult away! Seek Him without me. I know what I'm after."
"Well, how much do you want? Are thirty silver pieces enough?"
"The Man is worth more."
"I do not haggle over prices."
"Well, give what you please. I fancy He will cost you very dear."
The bargain was struck. Judas, the treasurer, put the coins in the common purse, and thought: If we had only had this sooner. And now it's hardly any use to us. Then a troop of soldiers placed him in their midst, and, carrying torches, the procession marched out of the town and down into the Valley of Kedron. They crossed the brook, and at the entrance to the garden gate intended to proceed to Bethany. But a swift, curious glance of Judas observed, by the glimmer of the moon, figures lying on the ground under a bush. He stopped, looked, and recognised the brothers. He signed to the soldiers to enter the garden quietly. To walk quietly is the way of traitors, not of warriors. The sound of marching and the clash of swords woke the disciples. A very different awakening from the gentle bidding of the Master! They jumped up and hastened to where He was kneeling.