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| 13 | 389 | The oar-View more quotes about master">master, his face bloody, climbed to his feet. |
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| 13 | 386 | Relentlessly though the keleustes, under his orders, pounded the great drum. |
| 13 | 387 | Then the strokes of the drum were no longer coordinated with the oars. |
| 13 | 388 | The men, many of them, could no longer maintain the beat of the keleustes, and they had no guide for a stroke they could draw. |
| 13 | 389 | The oar-master, his face bloody, climbed to his feet. |
| 13 | 390 | "Up oars!" he cried. |
| 13 | 391 | Then he spoke to the keleustes, wearily, "Ten from maximum beat". |
| 13 | 392 | We took up this beat, and again the Rena moved. |