It was quite necessary to have recourse to Gisco, and the Barbarians accepted his intervention.  One morning they saw the chains of the harbour lowered, and three flat-bottomed boats passing through the canal of Taenia entered the lake.

Gisco was visible on the first at the prow.  Behind him rose an enormous chest, higher than a catafalque, and furnished with rings like hanging crowns.  Then appeared the legion of interpreters, with their hair dressed like sphinxes, and with parrots tattooed on their breasts.  Friends and slaves followed, all without arms, and in such numbers that they shouldered one another.  The three long, dangerously-loaded barges advanced amid the shouts of the onlooking army.

As soon as Gisco disembarked the soldiers ran to him.  He had a sort of tribune erected with knapsacks, and declared that he should not depart before he had paid them all in full.

There was an outburst of applause, and it was a long time before he was able to speak.

Then he censured the wrongs done to the Republic, and to the Barbarians; the fault lay with a few mutineers who had alarmed Carthage by their violence.  The best proof of good intention on the part of the latter was that it was he, the eternal adversary of the Suffet Hanno, who was sent to them.  They must not credit the people with the folly of desiring to provoke brave men, nor with ingratitude enough not to recognise their services; and Gisco began to pay the soldiers, commencing with the Libyans.  As they had declared that the lists were untruthful, he made no use of them.

They defiled before him according to nationality, opening their fingers to show the number of their years of service; they were marked in succession with green paint on the left arm; the scribes dipped into the yawning coffer, while others made holes with a style on a sheet of lead.

A man passed walking heavily like an ox.

“Come up beside me,” said the Suffet, suspecting some fraud; “how many years have you served?”

“Twelve,” replied the Libyan.

Gisco slipped his fingers under his chin, for the chin-piece of the helmet used in course of time to occasion two callosities there; these were called carobs, and “to have the carobs” was an expression used to denote a veteran.

“Thief!” exclaimed the Suffet, “your shoulders ought to have what your face lacks!” and tearing off his tunic he laid bare is back which was covered with a bleeding scab; he was a labourer from Hippo-Zarytus.  Hootings were raised, and he was decapitated.

As soon as night fell, Spendius went and roused the Libyans, and said to them: 

“When the Ligurians, Greeks, Balearians, and men of Italy are paid, they will return.  But as for you, you will remain in Africa, scattered through your tribes, and without any means of defence!  It will be then that the Republic will take its revenge!  Mistrust the journey!  Are you going to believe everything that is said?  Both the Suffets are agreed, and this one is imposing on you!  Remember the Island of Bones, and Xanthippus, whom they sent back to Sparta in a rotten galley!”