Diores, heel touching heel and shoulder shoulder: were the
course but longer, he would be shooting on and darting
beyond him, and turning a doubtful race to a victory.
Now they were just at the end of the course, all panting 25
as they reached the goal, when Nisus, the ill-starred, slides
in a puddle of blood, which lay there just as it had been
spilt after a sacrifice of bullocks, soaking the ground and
the growing grass. Poor youth! just in the moment of
triumph, he could not keep his sliddery footing on the soil 30
he trod, but fell flat in the very middle of unclean ordure