He disappeared.
"If he were wounded we should hear him!" said Spendius; and he mounted quickly from story to story as he had done the first time, with the assistance of a rope and a harpoon.

Then when he had reached the top and was beside the corpse, he let it fall again.

The Balearian fastened a pick and a mallet to it and turned back.
The trumpets sounded no longer.

All was now quiet.

Spendius had raised one of the flag-stones and, entering the water, had closed it behind him.
Calculating the distance by the number of his steps, he arrived at the exact spot where he had noticed an oblique fissure; and for three hours until morning he worked in continuous and furious fashion, breathing with difficulty through the interstices in the upper flag-tones, assailed with anguish, and twenty times believing that he was going to die.