The slaves and freedmen were still on the landing, gazing blankly after their escaped prey.

Ahenobarbus was pouring out upon their inefficiency a torrent of wrathful malediction, that promised employment for the "whipper" for some time to come.

But Drusus gave heed to none of these things.

Standing on the upper terrace, her hair now dishevelled and blowing in tresses upon the wind, was Cornelia, and on her all her lover's gaze was fixed.
"Safe ?" and the melodious shout drifted out over the widening stretch of water.
"Safe! to live and to love!" And Drusus thought, with his keen lover's eye, he could see the dimming face brighten, and the hands go up in a gesture of thanksgiving.
It was all that was said.

Another boat might be procured at any time by Lucius Ahenobarbus; and with only one paddle Cappadox could make but slow headway.