THE MAN WHO LOVED GOLD
trees gave shelter. The Arab presently left the Romans to look after themselves.
The Parthian commander was a fine, tall man, with curly hair. He led his army in proud calmness. He was sure of winning.
The Romans were arranged in an immense square. Slowly they moved forward. Many of them murmured: “We ought to have stayed on the hills.”
The Parthians advanced, beating their drums. These were made with leather, and were hung with small bells, so that the drums thumped and the bells rattled at the same time. All of a sudden the Parthian warriors threw off their coats and capes, and their armor flashed with a terrible light. They came toward the Romans. Presently they appeared terrified, and ran back. The Romans followed. The Parthians turned, and shot poisoned arrows while they fled. That was the custom of the Parthians—to shoot while flying. Their supply of arrows was enormous. They had camels loaded with these weapons, so that they could keep up a rapid discharge.
Young Crassus, son of the general, pursued a body of the flying foe. They halted and faced him, and threw up a cloud of dust and sand, so as to make it difficult to see them. The young leader was slain, and before long the enemy held up his head in sight of the elder Crassus. The old gen-
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