For more than half an hour, Bodmilcar endured our projectiles; but at length I came to the determination of again facing him on board the Adonibal. We found him standing on the bow, surrounded by a scanty remnant of hardly more than thirty men. His face was covered with blood.
"Shall I shoot him?" asked Bichri.
"By no means," I answered, laying my hand upon the archer's arm; "he must die a more ignominious death than that."
Desperate, but short, was the last effort of the Tyrian's body-guard. He was about to make a frantic rush upon myself, when Jonah seized him with a powerful grasp.
"Here's your man, captain!"
Bodmilcar struggled to get free.
"Attempt to escape," said the trumpeter, "and I'll shake the life out of your body!"
Foaming with suppressed rage, the captured man submitted to his fate.
