Steer us hither; hug the shore; let the oar-blade graze
the cliffs on the left; leave the deep to others.” Thus he; 5
but Menœtes, afraid of hidden rocks, keeps turning the
prow well towards the sea. “Whither away from the right
course? Make for the rocks, Menœtes!” shouted Gyas
again; and see! looking back, he perceives Cloanthus
gaining on him close behind. Between Gyas’ ship and 10
the sounding rocks he threads his way to the left, steering
inward, and in an instant passes the winner, leaves the
goal behind, and gains the smooth open sea. Grief turned