And thus with wet lips one cried to another in his delight: (ll.

1458-1460) "Strange! In very truth Heracles, though far away, has saved his comrades, fordone with thirst.

Would that we might find him on his way as we pass through the mainland!" (ll.

1461-1484) So they spake, and those who were ready for this work answered, and they separated this way and that, each starting to search.
For by the night winds the footsteps had been effaced where the sand was stirred.

The two sons of Boreas started up, trusting in their wings; and Euphemus, relying on his swift feet, and Lynceus to cast far his piercing eyes; and with them darted off Canthus, the fifth.