The general made haste to lead them across the Carry, and, having put that river between them and the enemy, paused for a moment to meditate on his situation.
He could hardly understand how the conquerors could be so unwise as to allow him even that moment for deliberation.

They might with ease have killed or taken all who were with him before the night closed in.

But the energy of the Celtic warriors had spent itself in one furious rush and one short struggle.

The pass was choked by the twelve hundred beasts of burden which carried the provisions and baggage of the vanquished army.

Such a booty was irresistibly tempting to men who were impelled to war quite as much by the desire of rapine as by the desire of glory.