He may have been a footpad; but Demetrius, without pausing in his haste, smote the fellow between the eyes with a terrible fist, and the wretched creature dropped without a groan.

Demetrius seemed guided to the Forum and Via Sacra as if by an inborn instinct.

Agias almost ran at his heels.
"How many may this Dumnorix have with him ?" shouted the pirate over his shoulder.
"Perhaps ten, perhaps twenty!" gasped Agias.
"A very pretty number! Some little credit to throttle them," was his answer; and Demetrius plunged on.
The night was cloudy, there was no moonlight.

The cold, chill wind swept down the Tiber valley, and howled mournfully among the tall, silent basilicas and temples of the Forum.

The feet of the two Greeks echoed and reﾃｫchoed as they crossed the pavement of the enclosure.
None addressed them, none met them.