Cin-cin-na-tus was so wise and just that every-body trusted him, and asked his advice; and when any one was in trouble, and did not know what to do, his neighbors would say,—­

“Go and tell Cincinnatus.  He will help you.”

Now there lived among the mountains, not far away, a tribe of fierce, half-wild men, who were at war with the Roman people.  They per-suad-ed another tribe of bold war-riors to help them, and then marched toward the city, plun-der-ing and robbing as they came.  They boasted that they would tear down the walls of Rome, and burn the houses, and kill all the men, and make slaves of the women and children.

At first the Romans, who were very proud and brave, did not think there was much danger.  Every man in Rome was a soldier, and the army which went out to fight the robbers was the finest in the world.  No one staid at home with the women and children and boys but the white-haired “Fathers,” as they were called, who made the laws for the city, and a small company of men who guarded the walls.  Everybody thought that it would be an easy thing to drive the men of the mountains back to the place where they belonged.

But one morning five horsemen came riding down the road from the mountains.  They rode with great speed; and both men and horses were covered with dust and blood.  The watchman at the gate knew them, and shouted to them as they gal-loped in.  Why did they ride thus? and what had happened to the Roman army?

They did not answer him, but rode into the city and along the quiet streets; and everybody ran after them, eager to find out what was the matter.  Rome was not a large city at that time; and soon they reached the market place where the white-haired Fathers were sitting.  Then they leaped from their horses, and told their story.

“Only yes-ter-day,” they said, “our army was marching through a narrow valley between two steep mountains.  All at once a thou-sand sav-age men sprang out from among the rocks before us and above us.  They had blocked up the way; and the pass was so narrow that we could not fight.  We tried to come back; but they had blocked up the way on this side of us too.  The fierce men of the mountains were before us and behind us, and they were throwing rocks down upon us from above.  We had been caught in a trap.  Then ten of us set spurs to our horses; and five of us forced our way through, but the other five fell before the spears of the mountain men.  And now, O Roman Fathers! send help to our army at once, or every man will be slain, and our city will be taken.”

“What shall we do?” said the white-haired Fathers.  “Whom can we send but the guards and the boys? and who is wise enough to lead them, and thus save Rome?”

All shook their heads and were very grave; for it seemed as if there was no hope.  Then one said, “Send for Cincinnatus.  He will help us.”

Cincinnatus was in the field plowing when the men who had been sent to him came in great haste.  He stopped and greeted them kindly, and waited for them to speak.