The war against Carthage was his own personal affair; he was indignant that the others should interfere in it without being willing to obey him.

Autaritus would divine his speech from his countenance and applaud.

Narr' Havas would elevate his chin to mark his disdain; there was not a measure he did not consider fatal; and he had ceased to smile.

Sighs would escape him as though he were thrusting back sorrow for an impossible dream, despair for an abortive enterprise.
While the Barbarians deliberated in uncertainty, the Suffet increased his defences: he had a second trench dug within the palisades, a second wall raised, and wooden towers constructed at the corners; and his slaves went as far as the middle of the outposts to drive caltrops into the ground.

But the elephants, whose allowances were lessened, struggled in their shackles.