He caught sight in the starlight of long, uneven heaps lying upon the ground.
They were files of Barbarians.

He stooped down; all were dead.

He called into the distance, but no voice replied.
That very morning he had left Hippo-Zarytus with his soldiers to march upon Carthage.

At Utica the army under Spendius had just set out, and the inhabitants were beginning to fire the engines.

All had fought desperately.