A Roman slave had taken the wheel.
"Shall we bind him ?" said one of the seamen.
"No," said Appius, breathing heavily as the pilot tried to shake him off.

"Give the dog a chance.

Yonder is an island.

We shall soon be near it, and by swimming he may save his life." "The gold is upon him," said a seaman; "I can feel it under his tunic." "But we shall not rob him," was the answer of Appius.
"It is heavy.

It will be like a stone to sink him." "However, we shall not rob him," the young Roman repeated.
Now, when they were come as near the isle as they dare bring their ship, Appius gave a command.