“They are all converging,” he said.  “When the time comes we shall have gypsies on all sides.”  I got out my revolver ready to hand, for whilst we were speaking the howling of wolves came louder and closer.  When the snow storm abated a moment we looked again.  It was strange to see the snow falling in such heavy flakes close to us, and beyond, the sun shining more and more brightly as it sank down towards the far mountain tops.  Sweeping the glass all around us I could see here and there dots moving singly and in twos and threes and larger numbers.  The wolves were gathering for their prey.

Every instant seemed an age whilst we waited.  The wind came now in fierce bursts, and the snow was driven with fury as it swept upon us in circling eddies.  At times we could not see an arm’s length before us.  But at others, as the hollow sounding wind swept by us, it seemed to clear the air space around us so that we could see afar off.  We had of late been so accustomed to watch for sunrise and sunset, that we knew with fair accuracy when it would be.  And we knew that before long the sun would set.  It was hard to believe that by our watches it was less than an hour that we waited in that rocky shelter before the various bodies began to converge close upon us.  The wind came now with fiercer and more bitter sweeps, and more steadily from the north.  It seemingly had driven the snow clouds from us, for with only occasional bursts, the snow fell.  We could distinguish clearly the individuals of each party, the pursued and the pursuers.  Strangely enough those pursued did not seem to realize, or at least to care, that they were pursued.  They seemed, however, to hasten with redoubled speed as the sun dropped lower and lower on the mountain tops.

Closer and closer they drew.  The Professor and I crouched down behind our rock, and held our weapons ready.  I could see that he was determined that they should not pass.  One and all were quite unaware of our presence.

All at once two voices shouted out to “Halt!” One was my Jonathan’s, raised in a high key of passion.  The other Mr. Morris’ strong resolute tone of quiet command.  The gypsies may not have known the language, but there was no mistaking the tone, in whatever tongue the words were spoken.  Instinctively they reined in, and at the instant Lord Godalming and Jonathan dashed up at one side and Dr. Seward and Mr. Morris on the other.  The leader of the gypsies, a splendid looking fellow who sat his horse like a centaur, waved them back, and in a fierce voice gave to his companions some word to proceed.  They lashed the horses which sprang forward.  But the four men raised their Winchester rifles, and in an unmistakable way commanded them to stop.  At the same moment Dr. Van Helsing and I rose behind the rock and pointed our weapons at them.  Seeing that they were surrounded the men tightened their reins and drew up.  The leader turned to them and gave a word at which every man of the gypsy party drew what weapon he carried, knife or pistol, and held himself in readiness to attack.  Issue was joined in an instant.