en to the ship, it must be soon."

"As you will. I do nothing more concerning them."

"Fetch down the woman," ordered Hasdrubal; in the mongrel Greek current
amongst Mediterranean sea-folk. Two of his seamen ascended the ladder and
returned with Lampaxo, who smirked and simpered at sight of Democrates and
bobbed him a courtesy.

"The traitor is seized, your Excellency. I hope your Excellency will see
that he drinks hemlock. You will be merciful to my poor husband, even if
he must be arrested for the night. Gods and goddesses! what are these men
doing to me?"

A stalwart Carthaginian was in the act of knotting a cord around the good
woman's arms preparatory to pinioning them.

"_Kyrie! kyrie!_" she screamed, "they are binding me, too! Me--the most
loyal woman in Attica."

Democrates scowled and turned his back on her.

"Your Lordship surely intended this woman to be taken also," suggested
Hiram, sweetly. "It cannot be he will leave such a dangerous witness at
large."

"Of course not. Off with her!"

"_Kyrie! kyrie!_" was her shriek, but quickly ended, for Hasdrubal knitted
his fingers around her throat.

"A gag," he ordered, and with a few more struggles Lampaxo stood helpless
and silent.

A little later the band was threading its stealthy way down the black
streets. Four of the Carthaginians carried Glaucon, slung hands and feet
over a pole. They dared not trust him on his feet. Phormio and Lampaxo
walked, closely pinioned and pricked on by the captain's dagger. They were
soon at the deserted strand, and their ship's pinnace lay upon the beach.
Democrates accompanied them as far as the dark marge, and watched while
the boat glided out into the gloom of the haven. The orator paced homeward
alone. Everything had favoured him. He had even cleared himself of the
curse of the Furies and the pursuit of Nemesis. He had, he congratulated
himself, shown marvellous qualities of mercy. Glaucon lived? Yes--but the
parching sand-plains of Libya would be as fast a prison as the grave, and
the life of a slave in Africa was a short one. Glaucon had passed from his
horizon forever.

CHAPTER XXXV

MOLOCH BETRAYS THE PHOENICIAN

Even whilst the boat pulled out to the trader, Hiram suggested that since
his superior's "unfortunate scruples" forbade them to shed blood, at least
they could disable the most dangerous captive by putting out his eyes. But
Hasdrubal