The baggage animals were left unladen.

A cohort that was about to leave the camp in marching order halted, and began to throw away its impedimenta, when Caesar himself rode up to them.
"Fellow-soldiers," said the Imperator, smiling as though he had to reveal a great piece of good fortune, "we can postpone the march.

Let us put our hearts into the battle for which we have longed, and meet the foe with resolute souls, for now or never is our opportunity!" "_Io! Io!_" cried a thousand hoarse throats.
Out of confusion came the most perfect order.

Drusus ran to the horse that he had yielded for a pack animal on the march, saddled, mounted, flew away to Caesar's side, his heart pounding in his breast.
"Pompeius is leading out his men!" soldier was shouting to soldier.
Legion after legion filed forth from the camp.

Caesar, sitting with easy grace on his own favourite charger which he himself had bred, gave in calm, deliberate voice the last orders to his legates.