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The man to whoet to rise Then, as if running for a prize in the gyh the darkness to the staircase, and with breathless haste groped his way down the narrow, ladderlike steps He felt hi power, like the Nemesis who had pursued him in his dreams He must wrest the friend as to him the most beloved of mortals from the rioters To defeat the, Myrtilus! Snuphis, Bias, Dorcas, Syrus! here, follow yptian doorkeeper and the slaves, and inform his friend of the approach of a deliverer

The loudest uproar echoed from his own studio Its door stood wide open, and black s pitch, poured from it toward him

"Myrtilus!" he shouted at the top of his voice as he leaped across the threshold into the tumult which filled the spacious apart the heavy iron anchor down upon the head of the broad-shouldered, half-naked felloas raising a cluh struck by lightning, and he again shouted "Myrtilus!" into the big roo chaotically ae clale individual

For the second ti the terrible weapon, and it struck to the floor the monster with a blackened face who had rushed toward him, but at the same time the anchor broke in two

Only a short metal rod remained in his hand, and, while he raised his ar a torch who sprang forward toplu his face, and the terrible bird of prey was striking its hard, sharp, red-hot talons more and lare as bright as sunshine had flashed before his gaze; then, where he had just seen figures and things half veiled by the sed to a violet, and finally a black spot, followed by a violet-blue one, while the vulture continued to rend his face with beak and talons

Then the name "Myrtilus!" once more escaped his lips; this ti shout of an avenging hero, but the cry for aid of one succu to defeat, and it was soon followed by a succession of frantic outbursts of suffering, terror, and despair