Before now, on his return, the king's horsemen had greeted him with cheers; to-day he greeted them with curses.

Vergilius, hard by, faced the cohort, his back turned to the new-comer.

Antipater halted as he came ashore, looking in surprise at the tribune.

He seized a lance, and, crouching as he ran, with sly feet approached the Roman officer.

He was like the cat nearing its prey.