Excerpt, from Chapter 5: The Barren Shore

At that moment we heard the howling of hounds. The echo of an uproar reached us from the direction of the theater.
   "By Zeus!" cried Homer. "Everybody get aboard! This is it!"
   Scrolls in hand, the copyists rushed up the gangplank of the black-prowed galley: it was indeed deserted. Paulla followed after them, and I followed Paulla. The Captain hesitated on the dock and then turned to help Homer with the heavy mooring cables.
   "Get the sail ready!" he called up to me. "Take hold of the halyard!""
   I had no idea what a halyard was, but there was a rope attached to the sail. I tried heaving, but it was no use. Paulla dragged the copyists to help and grabbed the end herself.
   "Heave!" she shouted.
   The yard rose halfway up the mast, the sail with it, and with another great effort it nearly reached the top. The galley's sail was square-rigged, unlike the huge lateen sail of the old Star of Carthage; but already we felt the tug of the breeze and the ship strained against the last mooring ropes.
   "Don't forget the steering oar!" cried the Captain from the dock. I ran to it while the others raised the anchor.
   Just as I reached the steering oar, there was a tremendous crash of noise and the dockside gates of the villa burst open. Men came streaming in our direction. From fifty yards away on the galley I seemed to see each face distinctly. They were all angry, but one face, with its eyebrows blacked thickly and its lips ruby-red, was exploding with murderous fury.
   "Betrayed!" screamed Brasidas. "Betrayed by that Hesiod-loving Athenian scum!" He had a sword in his hand; the evening sun glinted on its razor edge and on the spear-tips of the guards behind him. They sprinted down the dock.
   There was one more mooring cable attached. Homer flung himself madly for it; but the Captain turned to face our foes.
   "Don't do it!" I shrieked, as he advanced against them.