The last galley -- The contest -- Through the veil -- An iconoclast -- Giant Maximin -- The coming of the Huns -- The last of the legions -- The first cargo -- The home-coming -- The red star -- The silver mirror -- The blighting of Sharkey -- The marriage of the brigadier -- The Lord of Falconbridge -- Out of the running -- "De profundis" -- The great Brown-Pericord motor -- The terror of Blue John Gap.
Carthage was coming swiftly to an end before them. Under their very eyes the two Roman galleys had shot in, one on either side of the vessel of Black Magro. They had grappled with him, and he, desperate in his despair, had cast the crooked flukes of his anchors over their gunwales, and bound them to him in an iron grip, whilst with hammer and crowbar he burst great holes in his own sheathing. The last Punic galley should never be rowed into Ostia, a sight for the holiday-makers of Rome. She would lie in her own waters. And the fierce, dark soul of her rover captain glowed as he thought that not alone should she sink into the depths of the mother sea.
Too late did the Romans understand the man with whom they had to deal. Their boarders who had flooded the Punic decks felt the planking sink and sway beneath them. They rushed to gain their own vessels; but they, too, were being drawn downwards, held in the dying grip of the great red galley. Over they went and ever over. Now the deck of Magro's ship i