longer. He would himself go back and bring his army to Oricum. So he disguised himself as a slave, and hiring a small boat was rowed away, although the sea was covered with the ships of the enemy.
Not only his enemies, but Nature herself, threatened to endanger the life of the great commander. For a storm arose, and the wind blew more and more violently. The current too was strong against the boat, and at length the pilot, thinking that it was impossible to proceed, ordered the rowers to return.
Then Cæsar went to the pilot, and taking his hand he said, 'Go on, my friend, and fear nothing. You carry Cæsar and his fortune on your boat.'
Cæsar! The name was as magic, and the sailors forgot their fears, and once again they pulled their hardest against waves and wind. But their efforts were vain, while each moment the danger became greater.
When the boat began to fill with water, even Cæsar had to yield, and bade the sailors pull for the shore.
As he reached the land, his soldiers, who had missed him, eagerly helped him from the boat, and chid him for risking his life so heedlessly.
Moreover, it seemed that their pride was hurt, for why, they said, should he go into danger for the legions who were at Brundisium? Could he not trust them to gain the victories he desired?
With the spring, Antony and the legions at length arrived, and Cæsar determined to force Pompey to fight without delay.
