One stride and he was in the passage leading to the peristylium; and before the mob could follow Agias had dashed the door in their faces, and shot the bolt.
"It will hold them back a moment," muttered Demetrius, "but we must hasten." They ran across the peristylium, the pirate chief with his burden no less swift than Agias.

The door to the rear street was flung open, and they were out in a narrow alleyway.

Just as they did so, a howl of many voices proclaimed that the peristylium door had yielded.
"Guide me by the straightest way," commanded the sea rover.
"Where ?" was Agias's question.
"To the wharves.

The yacht is the only safe place for the lady.

There I will teach her how I can honour a friend of Sextus Drusus." Agias felt that it was no time for expostulation.