Up stream (the views were all compressed into the veriest moment)--with the current came working, or rather drifting, a heavy barge loaded with timber.
Only two men, handling rude paddles, stood upon her deck.

The barge was about to pass under the very arch upon which stood the handful of entrapped Caesarians.

A word, a motion, and the last hope of escape would have been comprehended by the enemy, and all would have been lost.

But in moments of extreme peril it is easy to make a glance full of pregnancy.

Antonius saw the face of his friend--saw and understood; and the other seemingly doomed men understood likewise.