The soldiers mounted their horses and rode away, promising to deliver the letter to Hannibal. They knew that they were risking their lives, for at any moment they might fall into the hands of the Roman soldiers, of whom the country through which they had to pass was full. They reached Apulia without difficulty, but not finding Hannibal, they rode toward Tarentum, and were captured by a band of Roman soldiers, who demanded what they were doing in that part of the country. The soldiers’ answers were not very clear, and they were threatened with torture unless they frankly told the object for which they were riding toward Tarentum. In their terror the men acknowledged that they were looking for Hannibal, and that they carried with them a letter from his brother Hasdrubal. The soldiers were then hastily dragged before Claudius, and in a short time the letter was in the Consul’s hands, the letter that the men should have guarded with their lives. Claudius was exultant! He knew the secret that was meant only for Hannibal. Now at length the Carthaginians would meet the fate they deserved. The Consul laid his plans with care, and carried them out with complete success. A messenger was sent to Livius to warn him that Claudius intended to join him with a company of his army. When night fell the Consul and his men stole quietly out of their camp, so quietly that Hannibal did not know that they had gone. Claudius had left soldiers to guard the camp, so that the great general might suspect nothing. As the Consul and his soldiers passed along the road, the Italian townsfolk and village folk alike, came out to welcome them. It was plain that they trusted that the Romans would banish the invaders who had poured down into Italy from the Alps. Men left their work, women their homes, children their play--all were eager to see the Consul pass. To show their goodwill many of them brought food for the soldiers. Thousands of men joined the army as volunteers, and they, and the regular soldiers, were so eager to reach the camp of Livius that they would hardly interrupt their march to eat and drink. The Roman camp lay to the south of the river Metaurus, and not far off was the camp of Hasdrubal. Claudius had arranged to reach his colleague at night. He arrived as quietly as he had left his own camp, and his men were at once scattered among the tents in which the soldiers of Livius were already for the most part asleep. As the camp had not been enlarged, the Consuls thought that Hasdrubal would not notice that the army of the enemy had been increased.