Your restlessness is enough to give one the fever." "I believe that you are just as eager as I am, Adherbal," the boy replied laughing.

"It's your first lion hunt as well as mine, and I am sure you are longing to see whether the assault of the king of beasts is more trying to the nerves than that of the Iberian tribesmen." "I am looking forward to it, Malchus, certainly," the young man replied; "but as I know the lions will not quit their coverts until after nightfall, and as no efforts on my part will hasten the approach of that hour, I am well content to lie quiet and to keep myself as cool as may be." "Your cousin is right," the general said, "and impatience is a fault, Malchus.

We must make allowances for your impatience on the present occasion, for the lion is a foe not to be despised, and he is truly as formidable an antagonist when brought to bay as the Iberians on the banks of the Ebro--far more so than the revolted tribesmen we have been hunting for the past three weeks." "Giscon says nothing," Adherbal remarked; "he has a soul above even the hunting of lions.

I warrant that during the five hours we have been reclining here his thoughts have never once turned towards the hunt we are going to have tonight." "That is true enough," Giscon said, speaking for the first time.

"I own that my thoughts have been of Carthage, and of the troubles that threaten her owing to the corruption and misgovernment which are sapping her strength." "It were best not to think too much on the subject, Giscon," the general said; "still better not to speak of it.