He spake; and both lay down without the path Among the dead, while he unwarily Passed by them. When he now had gone as far As two yoked mules might at the furrow’s end Precede a pair of oxen⁠—for by mules The plough is drawn more quickly through the soil Of the deep fallow⁠—then they rose, and rushed To seize him. As he heard their steps he stopped. In hope that his companions had been sent From Troy by Hector to conduct him back. But when they came within a javelin’s cast, Or haply less, he saw that they were foes, And moved his nimble knees, and turned to flee, While rapidly they followed. As two hounds, Sharp-toothed, and trained to track their prey, pursue Through forest-grounds some fawn or hare that runs Before them panting, so did Diomed And terrible Ulysses without stop Follow the fugitive, to cut him off From his own people. In his flight he came Where soon he would have mingled with the guards, Close to the fleet. Then Pallas breathed new strength Into Tydides, that no other Greek Might boast that he had wounded Dolon first,