That day and night we encamped on the battle-field, and raised a trophy by fixing the dried
spine of a dolphin upright. But the next day all



 



the others who had learned what was going on
presented themselves. The Dried-herrings were on
the right wing, with Pelamos in command, the Tunnyheads were on the left, and the Crab-claws occupied the centre. The Triton-weasels remained
neutral, not choosing to join either side. We took
the initiative, advanced to meet them, and engaged with a great shout close by the temple of
Poseidon. The hollow chamber echoed our cry
as if it had been a cavern. We routed them, unarmed as they were, and chasing them into the
depths of the forest, made ourselves masters of
the rest of the country.