The demoralized and beaten gladiators followed him, like a flock of sheep.

Only Dumnorix and two or three of his best men stood at the exit long enough to cover, in some measure, the retreat.
Once outside, the late assailants gained a temporary respite, owing to the fact that the defenders had been disorganized by their very victory.
"We have lost," groaned Gabinius, as the lanista drew his men together in a compact body, before commencing his retreat.
"We are alive," growled Dumnorix.
"We cannot go back to Rome," moaned the other.

"We are all identified.
No bribe or favour can save us now." "A robber's life is still left," retorted Dumnorix, "and we must make of it what we can.

Some of my men know these parts, where they have been slaves, before coming to my hands.

We must strike off for the mountains, if we live to get there." All that day the country was in a turmoil.