Have no fear." Now, the young Roman had begun to suspect the pilot of some evil plan.
After the girl had left him he sat drinking wine for hours.

Soon he was in a merry way, singing songs and jesting with all who passed him.
Long after the dark had come, when Tepas only remained upon deck, Appius reeled up and down, singing, with a flask in his hand.

The moon had risen.

Eastward her light lay like hammered silver on the ripples.
Appius neared the tall, rugged form of Tepas.

Against the illumined waters he could see the long, bent nose, the great beard, the shaggy brows, the large, hairy head of his pilot.