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The editor called the keeper.
"How is this? Take the goad, prick him forth, and then close the door of
the den."
As the keeper, with some fear, but more astonishment, was preparing to
obey, a loud cry was heard at one of the entrances of the arena; there
was a confusion--a bustle--voices of remonstrance suddenly breaking
forth, and suddenly silenced at the reply. All eyes turned in wonder at
the interruption, toward the quarter of disturbance; the crowd gave way,
and suddenly Sallust appeared on the senatorial benches, his hair
disheveled,--breathless--half exhausted. He cast his eyes hastily round
the ring. "Remove the Athenian," he cried. "Haste,--he is innocent.
Arrest Arbaces the Egyptian. He is the murderer of Apaecides."
"Art thou mad, O Sallust?" said the praetor, rising from his seat. "What
means this raving?"
"Remove the Athenian. Quick! or his blood be on your head. Praetor, delay
and you answer with your own life to the Emperor. I bring with me the
eye-witness to the death of Apaecides. Room there--stand back--give way.


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