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Scipio's man was no doubt the same. The name was too rare a one to be borne by two individuals; besides, I had heard that he was owner of a plantation somewhere up the coast at Bringiers, I remembered. The probabilities were it was he. If so, and Mademoiselle Besancon had no other friend, then, indeed, had Scipio spoken truly when he said, "She hab no friends leff."
Here at last was something to touch a fibre of my brain, but a pain came with the effort of memory. So my eyes went back to my grandfather in the window. His face was now become black as Scipio's, and he wore a red turban and a striped cotton gown that was too large for him. And he was sewing. This was monstrous! I hurried over to the tea-cups, such a twinge did that discovery give me.
Bill's question whipped the still air. "Sure she's mine." Scipio's simplicity and single-mindedness brought forth a sigh of intense feeling from his hearers. "How?" Wild Bill's method of interrogation had a driving effect. "She's mine, an' I'm going to get her back." There was pity at the man's obstinate assertion in every eye except Wild Bill's.
Would it be another intellectual crushing of him, like the frog story, or would there be something this time more material say muscle, or possibly gunpowder in it? And was Scipio, after all, infallible? I didn't pretend to understand the Virginian; after several years' knowledge of him he remained utterly beyond me. Scipio's experience was not yet three weeks long.
There was an immense mass, not far from sixty thousand, half women and children, who were determined on going out to surrender themselves to Scipio's mercy, and beg for their lives. Hasdrubal's wife, leading her two children by her side, earnestly entreated her husband to allow her to go with them. But he refused.
But as there was a plain six miles in breadth between the two camps, he posted his army before Scipio's camp; while the latter persevered in not quitting his entrenchment. However, Domitius with difficulty restrained his men, and prevented their beginning a battle; the more so as a rivulet with steep banks, joining Scipio's camp, retarded the progress of our men.
And after he had said this, nothing was changed in respect to Scipio's province, nor was any extraordinary command sought for any more in that war than in those two terrible Punic wars which had preceded it, which were carried on and conducted to their termination either by the consuls or by dictators, or than in the war with Pyrrhus, or in that with Philippus, or afterwards in the Achaean war, or in the third Punic war, for which last the Roman people took great care to select a suitable general, Publius Scipio, but at the same time it appointed him to the consulship in order to conduct it.
Scipio's eyes had come back to his companion, and their expression had suddenly dropped to one of hopeless regret. His heart was stirred to its depths by the reference to the past trouble which lay like a cankerous sore so deep down in it. He nodded. But otherwise he had no words. "You're needin' your wife?" Bill went on brusquely. Again Scipio nodded. But this time words came, too.
He had completed two successive nights of "sentry-go" over Scipio's twins, never reaching his blankets until well after sun-up. For some minutes he enjoyed the delicious idleness of a still brain. Then, at last, it stirred to an activity which once again set flowing all the busy thought of his long night's vigil.
One book of the Satires was occupied with an account of Scipio's famous mission to the East, in which he visited the courts of Egypt and Asia, attended by a retinue of only five servants, but armed with the full power of the terrible Republic.
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