"What a grip is yours! Don't be alarmed.

Surely you would be as willing to have one or two of your newest _tiros_ hung on a cross, as stabbed on the arena--especially when it will pay a great deal better ?" "I don't follow you," said the Gaul, though a little reassured.
"Simply this," said Pratinas, who evidently felt that he was coming to the revealing of an especially brilliant piece of _finesse_.

"My general proposal is this.

Let you and your company march through Praeneste,--of course carefully timing your march so as to find the innocent and unfortunate Drusus at his farm.

You will have a very disorderly band of gladiators, and they begin to attack Drusus's orchard, and maltreat his slaves.