Do you know how to wield them ?" "After a fashion," replied Agias, modestly, making haste to clasp his paenula.
Leaving Erigone to be cared for by the slaves and sent home the next morning, the two Greeks hastened from the house.

Agias could hardly keep pace with his cousin's tremendous stride.

Demetrius was like a war-horse, which snuffs the battle from afar and tugs at the rein to join in the fray.

They plunged through the dark streets.

Once a man sprang out from a doorway before them with a cudgel.