They had been the last to retire, and therefore the boats had filled without them.
[168] Missile-throwing engines.
A great cry went up from the pirates.
"Save the captain!" and some boats began to back water, loaded as they were; but Demetrius motioned them back with his hand.
"Can you swim, boy!" he shouted to Agias, while both tore off their body-armour.

Their shields had already dropped.

Agias shook his head doubtfully.
"My arm is hurt," he muttered.
"No matter!" and Demetrius seized his cousin under one armpit, and stepped down from the little landing-platform into the water just below.

A single powerful stroke sent the two out of reach of the swing of the sword of the nearest soldier.

The front files of the cohort had pressed down on to the landing in a dense mass, loath to let go its prey.
"Let fly, men!" cried Demetrius, as he swam, and javelins spat into the water about him.
It was a cruel thing to do.