THE, SHIPWRECK. 205.

“Run,” replied the old man; “they shall not
come to any harm.”

When the slave was gone the dispute waxed fierce
again, Labrax declaring that he would carry off his
own property in spite of all the gods of Olympus,
and Demones bidding him lay a finger on either of
them at his peril. It ended by.the old man going
away, and leaving the two slaves in charge. “Stand
here,” he said; “if that fellow touches either of the
girls, or if he offers to go away himself, then use
your sticks to him. Stop till Trachalio and his mas-
ter, Plesidippus, come back; then you can go home.”
They had not to stop long. The two came hurrying
back; talking as they went. “What!” ‘he- cried;
“did the scoundrel try to drag my dear -Palestra
from the altar? Why-did you not kill him at once?”

Trach. “1 did not happen to have a sword handy,

- Ples, “Why not with a club or a stone?”

Trach. “ They would hardly have served.”

Labrax recognized his voice. ‘Good heavens!”
he cried, “here is BPD It’s all over with
me!”’ : :
The next moment the young man rushed into the
court. : :

* Good POCHne said Labrax, as coolly as he
could. ates

“Bother your good morning! You have got to
have a rope round your neck and go before a-magis-
trate.”