"Send an orderly after him," said Hannibal, "and get that pepper, or go yourself if you like."
Mago sent an orderly.
"And the honey?" the scout persisted.
Mago again came to the rescue.
"My surgeon has a kidskin of strained honey to dress wounds with; but he won't give it for anything else."
"Is he on this side of the river?" Hannibal queried again.
"Yes," said Mago positively.
"Well, get that honey," his brother ordered. "How much do you need?" he asked the scout.
"Enough to fill the hollow of my hand," he replied.
Orderlies set out in search of the surgeon. Presently one brought the pepper. From the surgeon came a refusal.
"Go get the honey yourself, Mago," said Hannibal, in his most imperious tones.
Mago, his kindly eyes a-twinkle at the humor of the situation, signaled two of the orderlies with a gentle nod and an easy wave of the hand to each. The three galloped off, and when they returned one of the youths carried a small kidskin bulging under his arm.
After he had been provided with sufficient pepper and honey Hannibal the Scout left the two generals and their escort on their knoll and
