I helped him get the beast into his pen.

His gratitude seems exaggerated." "Not any more exaggerated than your modesty," spoke up Neponius Pomplio, who had hardly uttered a word since he arrived.

Turning to Tanno he continued: "You'll never get Hedulio to tell you anything more definite than the very vague and hazy adumbration of his exploit he has already given.

I heard some rumors of his feat as I rode down here from my house.

I conjecture that the story is worth telling, to its least detail.