They veiled their talk, but I readily caught its drift.
Dumnorix went yesterday with the pick of his band to Anagnia for some games.

To-morrow he will return through Praeneste, and the deed will be done.

Phaon, Ahenobarbus's freedman, has started already for Praeneste to spy out the ground and be ready to direct Dumnorix where, when, and how to find Drusus.

Phaon has been spying at Praeneste, and is the dangerous man!" "He has gone ?" demanded Agias.
"Gone, early this morning!" "Then,--the gods reward you for your news,--I am gone too!" And without another word to Artemisia or the old slave, Agias had rushed out into the street.

He had a double game to play--to prevent Phaon from ever reaching Praeneste, and then get such help to Drusus as would enable him to beat off Dumnorix and his gang.