Autaritus was not afraid of showing himself.

With the Barbaric obstinacy which nothing could discourage, he would advance twenty times a day to the rocks at the bottom, hoping every time to find them perchance displaced; and swaying his heavy fur-covered shoulders, he reminded his companions of a bear coming forth from its cave in springtime to see whether the snows are melted.
Spendius, surrounded by the Greeks, hid himself in one of the gaps; as he was afraid, he caused a rumour of his death to be spread.
They were now hideously lean; their skin was overlaid with bluish marblings.

On the evening of the ninth day three Iberians died.
Their frightened companions left the spot.

They were stripped, and the white, naked bodies lay in the sunshine on the sand.
Then the Garamantians began to prowl slowly round about them.

They were men accustomed to existence in solitude, and they reverenced no god.