Phorenicelaughedassheswam。\"Youhandleyourselflikeasoreman，Deucalion。Ioweyousomethingforlendingmethecushionofyourbody。Bymyface！There’smoreofthegallantaboutyouwhenitcomestothetestthanonewouldguesstohearyoutalk。Howdidyouliketheride，sir？Iwarrantitcametoyouasanewexperience。\"
\"I’dlieferhavewalked。\"
\"Pish，man！You’llneverbeacourtier。Youshouldhaveswornthatwithmeinyourarmsyoucouldhavewishedthebumpinghadgoneonforever。Ho，theboatthere！Holdyourarrows。
Deucalion，hailmethosefoolsinthatboat。Tellthemthat，iftheyhurtsomuchasahairofmymammoth，I’llkillthemallbytorture。He’llexhausthimselfdirectly，andwhenhisflurry’sdonewe’llleavehimwhereheistoconsiderhisevilwaysforadayorso，andthenhaulhimoutwithwindlasses，andtamehimafresh。Pho！IcouldnotfeelmyselftobePhorenice，ifIhadnofine，red，shaggymammothtotakemeoutformyrides。\"
Theboatwasaten—slavegalleywhichwaschurningupfromthefarthersideoftheharbourashardaswell—pliedwhipscouldmakeoarsdriveher，butatthesoundofmyshoutsthesoldiersonherforedeckstoppedtheirarrowshots，andthesteersmanswervedheroffonanewcoursetopickusup。Tillthenwehadbeenswimmingleisurelyacrossanangleoftheharbour，soastoavoidlandingwherethesewersoutpoured;butwestoppednow，treadingthewater，andwerehelpedoverthesidebymostrespectfulhands。