ready to deal with even one fleet. He didn't think his cousin had, either, no matter what Menedemos said. But, when he saw something strange, he wanted to find out about it. And find out about it he did. The Carthaginians had come within three or four stadia before they noticed the compact formation of ships to the east. Then Sostratos heard cries in the harsh Phoenician language. The Carthaginian war galleys forgot all about the fleet of grain ships. They turned their prows to the east, ready to ward off the onslaught they expected from the other ships. Menedemos whooped for joy. 'Those aren't more Carthaginian galleys!' he exclaimed. 'Those are Agathokles' ships, sailing out of Syracuse to save us!' The sailors aboard the Aphrodite cheered. They couldn't have been any happier than Sostratos at the thought of those Carthaginian fours and fives bearing down on the akatos, and could know nothing but relief when the enemy fleet's rams turned in a new direction. But then Sostratos said, 'If Agathokles aims to rescue us, why aren't his ships turning in on the Carthaginians?' He'd expected Menedemos to have an answer ready for him. He wasn't ignorant of the sea himself - few Rhodians were - but his cousin knew as much as a man twice his age. All Menedemos said, though, was, 'I don't know.' Diokles undoubtedly knew more about the sea than Menedemos. He too sounded baffled. 'They're rowing north right on past us, fast as they can go. What are they doing?' 'I haven't the faintest notion,' Sostratos said. Menedemos dipped his head to show he didn't know, either. Agathokles' fleet kept on heading north, at the best speed the rowers could make. Again, Sostratos heard shouts from the closest couple of Carthaginian war galleys. He wished he understood the Phoenician tongue. Before long, though, the Carthaginians' actions showed what was in their minds: they began to row after the ships from Syracuse, forgetting about the round ships they'd been on the point of capturing or sinking. 'They're more worried about Agathokles than they are about us.' Menedemos sounded affronted. But Sostratos said, 'Wouldn't you be? Those ships can fight back. This fleet can't.' He waited for Menedemos to tell him the Aphrodite certainly could fight back. His cousin only sighed, dipped his head again, and said, 'But what's Agathokles doing? He's sailing out of the harbor where he's safe, he's sailing away from Carthage, not toward it . . ..' His voice trailed off. What had to be the same thought struck Sostratos at the same time. 'If they go along the north coast of Sicily . . .' His voiced faded away, too. Menedemos took up the idea for him: 'They can make for Carthage that way. If that's what Agathokles is doing, he's got balls and to spare.' He let out an admiring whistle. 'Look at the way the Carthaginians are chasing him,' Sostratos said. 'They have to think that's what he's after.' 'I do believe you young gentlemen are right,' Diokles said. 'At least, I can't think of
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