We shall drift down into their hands, and gain nothing by our first escape." "Anchor," suggested Cassius, who was an impulsive and rather inconsiderate man.

And he prepared to pitch overboard the heavy mooring-stone.
"_Phui!_ You sheep," cried Curio, contemptuously, mincing no words at that dread moment.

"How long will it be before there will be ten boatloads of soldiers alongside?
Can we beat off all Pompeius's legions ?" Antonius caught up another paddle and passed it through a rower's thong.
"Friends," he said, with that ready command which his military life had given him, "these soldiers are in armour and can run none too swiftly.

Once show them the back, and they must throw away their arms or give over the chase.

It is madness to drift down upon the lower bridge.