“Jove with us!” screamed Drusus, frantically.
“He wins! Jove with us!” answered his associates, seeing Messala speed on.
Tablet in hand, Sanballat turned to them; a crash from the course below stopped his speech, and he could not but look that way.
Messala having passed, the Corinthian was the only contestant on the Athenian’s right, and to that side the latter tried to turn his broken four; and then; as ill-fortune would have it, the wheel of the Byzantine, who was next on the left, struck the tail-piece of his chariot, knocking his feet from under him. There was a crash, a scream of rage and fear, and the unfortunate Cleanthes fell under the hoofs of his own steeds: a terrible sight, against which Esther covered her eyes.
On swept the Corinthian, on the Byzantine, on the Sidonian.
Sanballat looked for Ben-Hur, and turned again to Drusus and his coterie.
“A hundred sestertii on the Jew!” he cried.
“Taken!” answered Drusus.
“Another hundred on the Jew!” shouted Sanballat.
Nobody appeared to hear him. He called again; the situation below was too absorbing, and they were too busy shouting, “Messala! Messala! Jove with us!”