“Where?” the girl demanded.
“Not on board the Hydra yet,” replied the boy hurriedly. “First only to the old man on the Megara. The dowry is ready for your father. But there is not a moment to lose.”
“Well, well!” she gasped hoarsely. “But, first, shall I find the man with the black beard on board of one of the ships?”
“Certainly!” answered the lad proudly, grasping her arm to hurry her; but she shook him off violently, turned toward the cella again, and once more lifted her hands and eyes to the statue of Nemesis.
Then she took up the bundle she had hidden behind a pillar, drew from it a handful of gold coins, which she flung into the box intended for offerings, and followed the boy.
“Alive?” she asked as she descended the steps; but the lad understood the meaning of the question, and exclaimed: “Yes, indeed! Hanno says the wounds are not at all dangerous.”
“And the other?”
“Not a scratch. On the Hydra, with two severely wounded slaves. The porter and the others were killed.”
“And the statues?”
“They-such things can’t be accomplished without some little blunder-Labaja thinks so, too.”