of the course, so the mere impulse bears her speeding on.
First he takes leave of Sergestus, struggling with the tall
rock and the shallow water, and in vain calling for help, and
learning to run along with broken oars. Then he comes
up with Gyas and the great monster Chimæra itself; she 30
yields, because deprived of her pilot. And now there
remains Cloanthus alone, just at the very end of the race;
him he makes for, and presses on him with all the force of
effort. Then, indeed, the shouting redoubles—all lend
their good-will to spur on the second man, and the sky 35