Holy Fire. They hung upon their oars shouting at each other, as though they knew not what to do. Then their sail began to rise and I saw that they were putting about.
Philo at my side laughed, a hard little laugh.
Mother Isis is good to us,
he said. See, the hunter has become the hunted!
Then he gave orders and we came round so that our great sail taken aback flapped against the mast.
Down with the sail and row,
he shouted, row as never ye rowed before!
Those at the sweeps obeyed. Oh ! it was splendid to see them bending their broad backs and tugging at the oars till these also bent like bows in the water. Here was no slave work, for they were servants of Isis and free men, every one of them. Philo rushed to the steering gear and with the aid of another man took charge of it himself. We leapt forward like a panther on its prey. The Holy Fire saw and strove to escape. Too late, too late! For presently the sharp prow of the Hapi crashed into her side with such a shock that all who stood upon the deck were thrown down, I among them. I struggled to my feet again and heard Philo screaming,
Back water! Back! lest she take us with her.
We backed. Slowly the prow appeared again from where it was buried three paces deep in the foeman's flank.
The Holy Fire reeled over; the water rushed in through the gap. Crippled and helpless she wallowed; aye, she began to sink. From her swarming decks went up a yell of terror and dismay. Still the water rushed in with an ever-gathering flood and still she sank and sank. Men threw up their arms, praying for mercy; men sprang into the sea. Then suddenly the Holy Fire reared her glittering
