“But how long did Conon think he could hold out?”
“About forty days; perhaps more, if the men were put on short rations.”
“You have done well, my son,” said the president kindly, “and Athens will not forget it. We will consult together, though there is small need of consulting, I take it. The relief must be sent. Is it not so gentlemen?”
His colleagues nodded assent.
“But there are things to be talked over. We must decide how much we can send, and that cannot be done upon the spot. But there is a matter that can be settled at once. Conon must be told that he is going to be relieved. Now, who will tell him? Will you?”
“Certainly, if you see fit to give me the order.”
“And how?”
“I would consult with Hippocles.”
“Excellent!” cried the president. “He is just the man to help us. You will go and see him, and then report to me. Come to me to-night; it will not matter how late it is; I shall be waiting for you.”
Callias saluted, and withdrew.