But his breath began to fail him, his throat was dry, the goal yet far off. At that moment he threw down one of the golden apples. The virgin was all amazement. She stopped to pick it up. Hippomenes shot ahead.
Shouts burst forth from all sides.
She redoubled her efforts, and soon overtook him. Again he threw an apple. She stopped again, but again came up with him. She did so, and was vanquished. The youth carried off his prize.