What shall I do ?" Caesar drew rein, and cast his eyes down the swaying lines.
"I dare not order up the third line so early," he began; then, with a glance to the extreme right, "Ah, _Mehercle!_ we are at the crisis now! Our cavalry have given way before the enemy's horse.

They are outflanking us!" "The six cohorts!" cried Drusus.
"The six cohorts--ride! Make them stop those horse, or all is lost! On your life, go!" And away went Drusus.

The supreme moment of his life had come.

The whole act of being, he felt, he knew, had been only that he might live at that instant.

What the next hour had in store--life, death--he cared not at all.