"I can not hold him long." "Only so long," Paulus growled, raising his pike over the snarling dog.
"Drop it!" the decurion ordered him peremptorily.

"We are ten to one and a dog.

No blood-letting this day.

It is Titus' order.

Boy, get you gone; these sheep are confiscate." "I have been told they are only common stock," the boy remonstrated gravely, "but you may be right.