of crowd and hubbub, is Gyas; next him comes Cloanthus,
with better oars, but the slow pinewood’s weight keeps
him back. After them at equal distance the Shark and
the Centaur strive to win precedence. And now the Shark 35
has it. Now she is beaten and passed by the Centaur.
Now the two ride abreast stem to stem, cutting with their
long keels the salt waves. And now they were nearing the
rock, and the goal was just in their grasp, when Gyas, the
leader, the victor of the halfway-passage, calls aloud to his
ship’s pilot Menœtes:—“Whither away so far to my right?