"Help, 'Rebbe'! Murderers! Murderers! Murderers!"
. . . . .
We flew off together, like arrows from bows. We were afraid to stop a moment. We were even afraid to look around us. A great dread fell upon us, even upon Elya, although he never ceased from shouting at us:
"Donkeys, fools, animals! Why do you run?"
"Why do you run?"
"When you run I run too."
We got into the town full of excitement, and still shouting:
"Murderers! Murderers!"
When the people saw us running, they ran after us. Seeing them running another crowd ran after them.
"Why are you running?"