15/17 The little I gave you is not enough. Without your help and warning worse luck than death might soon have come to us." A light wind was now blowing, and the sails began to fill. Their trireme had lost half her headway and was now crashing over rocks and trembling as her bow rose. She stopped, all her timbers groaning in the shock, and rolled sideways and lay with tilted deck above the water. Cries of alarm rose from her galley. |