The Gypsy leader pointed first to the sun, now close near the mountain peaks, and then to the castle. He said something which I did not understand. As if in answer, all four men of our party threw themselves from their horses and dashed toward the cart. Strangely, I felt no fear, but only a wild desire to do something. Seeing to quick movement of our men the leader of the Gypsies gave a command. His men instantly formed a circle round to cart. I could see Jonathan on one side of the ring of men and Arthur on the other. They were forcing a way to the cart. It was clear that they were bent on finishing their task before the sun could set. Nothing seemed to stop or even to hinder them. Neither the leveled weapons nor the flashing knives of the Gypsies in front, nor the howling of the wolves behind appeared to even attract their attention. Jonathan’s grim face and singleness of purpose seemed to overawe the Gypsies in front of him.