But now they drew anigh the holm, the goal close on them gave, When Gyas first and conquering there amid the whirl of wave 160 Unto the helmsman of his ship, Menoetes, cries command: "And why so far unto the right? turn hither to this hand! Hug thou the shore; let the blades graze the very rocks a-lee. Let others hold the deep!" No less unto the wavy sea Menoetes, fearing hidden rocks, still turns away the bow: Gyas would shout him back again: "Menoetes, whither now? Steer for the rocks!" And therewithal, as back his eyes he cast. He sees Cloanthus hard at heel and gaining on him fast; Who, grazing on this hand and that the rocks and Gyas' ship, Now suddenly by leeward course a-head of all doth slip, 170 And leaving clear the goal behind hath open water's gain. Then unto Gyas' very bones deep burns the wrathful pain; Nor did his cheeks lack tears indeed: forgetting honour's trust, Forgetting all his fellows' weal, Menoetes doth he thrust Headlong from off the lofty deck into the sea adown, And takes the tiller, helmsman now and steering-master grown; He cheers his men, and toward the shore the rudder wresteth round. Menoetes, heavy, hardly won up from the ocean's ground, (For he was old, and floods enow fulfilled his dripping gear,) Made for the holm and sat him down upon the dry rock there: 180 The Teucrians laughed to see him fall, and laughed to see him swim, And laugh to see him spue the brine back from the heart of him.