The scout was perhaps the only subordinate who did not stand in awe of the redoubtable leader.
"That is always the way," he snarled; "any difficult and dangerous task is put on me, and no thanks after I do it."
"Keep your temper," his General told him. "Can you do it?"
"I can," the scout replied.
"Then do it and no more talk," said the General.
"I cannot guarantee to get them all over safely," the scout warned him. "This is worse than any river they ever swam. I may lose one or ten."
"Do your best," said Hannibal. "I give you a free hand."
"One more point," said his namesake. "I must have your leave to kill one after I get them over."
"Kill one!" the General exclaimed indignantly. "Nonsense! What for?"
"I won't say what for," the scout replied. "I know how to get the herd over if you will let me, but I refuse to do it unless I may kill one of those I get across. If you refuse I wash my hands of the job. Get 'em across yourself. You may for all of me, but I help not a particle."
