They remembered that several of them who had set out for Carthage had not returned; no doubt they had been killed.

So much injustice exasperated them, and they began to pull up the stakes of their tents, to roll up their cloaks, and to bridle their horses; every one took his helmet and sword, and instantly all was ready.

Those who had no arms rushed into the woods to cut staves.
Day dawned; the people of Sicca were roused, and stirring in the streets.

"They are going to Carthage," said they, and the rumour of this soon spread through the country.
From every path and every ravine men arose.

Shepherds were seen running down from the mountains.
Then, when the Barbarians had set out, Spendius circled the plain, riding on a Punic stallion, and attended by his slave, who led a third horse.
A single tent remained.