It was there that Matho expected him.
At night he used to inspect the pioneers by torch-light.

He would hasten to Hippo-Zarytus or to the works on the mountains, would come back again, would never rest.

Spendius envied his energy; but in the management of spies, the choice of sentries, the working of the engines and all means of defence, Matho listened docilely to his companion.

They spoke no more of Salammbo,--one not thinking about her, and the other being prevented by a feeling of shame.
Often he would go towards Carthage, striving to catch sight of Hamilcar's troops.

His eyes would dart along the horizon; he would lie flat on the ground, and believe that he could hear an army in the throbbing of his arteries.
He told Spendius that if Hamilcar did not arrive in three days he would go with all his men to meet him and offer him battle.