He called again; the situation below was too absorbing, and they were too busy shouting, "Messala! Messala! Jove with us!" When the Jewess ventured to look again, a party of workmen were removing the horses and broken car; another party were taking off the man himself; and every bench upon which there was a Greek was vocal with execrations and prayers for vengeance.

Suddenly she dropped her hands; Ben-Hur, unhurt, was to the front, coursing freely forward along with the Roman! Behind them, in a group, followed the Sidonian, the Corinthian, and the Byzantine.
The race was on; the souls of the racers were in it; over them bent the myriads..