6 November. It was late afternoon when the Professor and I set off towards the east whence I knew Jonathan was coming. Not go fast, since the terrain was too steep and we had to carry us heavy rugs and coats, because we did not want to risk being left without warmth in the cold and snow. In addition, we had to take some of our provisions, and we were in a completely desolate area, in the full covering our eyes on the snow, there was not any inhabited place. When we had gone about a mile and a half, I was tired with the heavy walking and sat down to rest. E S o we looked back and saw where the Dracula Castle stood proud against the sky, because we were in a place so deep under the hill on which it stood, the Carpathians were far behind him .
We saw it in all its grandeur, perched on a sheer precipice, and it seemed like a great gap between the top and the other mountains around him everywhere. We could hear the distant howling of wolves. Were far away, but the sound, though muffled by the snow, it was horrifying. Knew from the way in which Professor Van Helsing was looking around, I was looking for a strategic point where we would be less exposed in case of attack. The camiAUSA and a moment later, he continued, in a hollow voice: "They are rushing because it is near sunset. It may be too late. Let there be the will of the Lord!
Down came again the driving snow and the landscape disappeared. However, he soon calmed down and, once again, the teacher on the plain with the aid of his glasses. Then, suddenly shouted:
- Look! Look! Look! See, two horsemen follow fast, from the south. It must be Quincey and John. Take the glass. Look before the snow blots it all out!
I took it and looked. The two men might be Mr. Morris and Dr. Seward. In any case, I was sure none of them was Jonathan. At the same time I knew that Jonathan was not far off, looking around I saw on the north side of the two other men approached, galloping as fast they could develop their mounts. I realized that one of them was Jonathan and, of course, the other I took to be Lord Godalming. They also were pursuing the party with the cart. When I told the Professor he shouted in glee like a schoolboy, and after looking intently till a snow fall made sight impossible, he prepared his Winchester, putting on one of the rocks, ready to fire.
-are all converging, "he said. When the time comes we shall have gypsies on all sides.
I took out my revolver and maintuve about to shoot, because while we were speaking the howling of wolves came louder and closer. When the blizzard subsided a bit, we looked again. It was strange to see the snow falling so hard in the place where we were and a little further, see the sun shine, with increasing intensity, getting closer and closer to the line of mountains. As we look around us I could see dots moving on the snow, alone, in pairs or threes and in large numbers ... The wolves were gathering for their prey.
Every moment seemed an age whilst we waited. The wind came now in fierce and the snow fell furiously, turning on us relentlessly. Sometimes there llegábamrealized that they were persecuted, and not to worry at all about it. However, increasingly seemed rushed, as the sun was setting over the mountain tops.
were approaching ... The Professor and I crouched behind a rock and held our weapons ready. I understood that he was determined not to let pass. None of them had noticed our presence.
Suddenly, two voices shouted out loudly:
- Stop!
One was my Jonathan, who was raised in a tone of passion, the other was determined voice and command of Mr. Morris. It was possible that the Roma do not understand the language, but the tone in which it was pronounced andon our arms. Seeing that they were surrounded the men tightened their reins and stopped. The leader turned to them and gave an order, and to hear all the gypsy party drew what weapon he carried, knife or pistol, and prepared to attack. The result was immediate.
leader with a quick movement of his rein, threw his horse forward, and pointed first to the sun, which was near the tops of the mountains and then to the castle, said something I could not understand. In response, the four men of our party dismounted their horses and dashed towards the cart. I should have felt terrible fear at seeing Jonathan in such danger, butthe heat of battle was upon me, like all others, not afraid, but a wild, surging desire to do something. Seeing the quick movement of our friends, the leader of the gypsies gave a command and his men instantly formed round the cart, in a somewhat undisciplined training, pushing and getting in each other, in their zeal to carry out the order quickly.
Between them, I could see that Jonathan made his way on one side to the wagon, while Mr. Quincey on the other. It was evident that they were bent on carrying out its task before the sun went down. Nothing seemed to them or prevent the passage: and they pointed guns or knives ofgypsies in front of them, even the howling of the wolves behind, appeared to attract their attention. Jonathan's impetuosity, and the apparent strength of his purpose, seemed to overwhelm the men who were against him, since he instinctively drew back and let him pass. A moment later, he went to the cart, and with a strength which seemed incredible, raised the cash and threw to the ground, on wheels. Meanwhile, Mr. Morris had had to use force to break through the circle of Roma. The whole time I had been breathlessly watching Jonathan I saw the corner of my eye Quincey progressed, struggling desperately between the knives of the gypsies flash in the sun and introductionan in the flesh. He had defended his dagger and finally thought I had made it through without injury, but when he planted a jump next to Jonathan, who had already fallen off the wagon, I could see that the left hand is holding the side and blood was spurting through his fingers. However, there is left notwithstanding this, as Jonathan, with desperate energy, attacked the wooden box, with his great Kukri knife, to remove the lid, and he attacked the other frantically with his bowie. Under the efforts of both men the lid began to yield and nails drew with a screeching sound. Finally, the lid of the box was thrown aside.
then, the gypsies, seeing themselves covered by the Winchesters at the mercy of lna full speed, as if they feared for their lives. Those who were unmounted jumped on the wagon and shouted to the horsemen not to desert them. The wolves, which were kept at a respectful distance, followed and left us alone.
Mr. Morris, who had collapsed to the ground with his hand pressed on his side, saw the blood still gushed through his fingers. I ran to him, because the sacred circle and not prevented me back, so did the two doctors. Jonathan knelt behind him and the wounded man laid his head on his shoulder. With a sigh he took my hand that was not stained with blood. He must have seen the anguish of my heart in my face, I smiled and said:
- I'm happyhave been useful! Oh, God! He cried suddenly, struggling to sit down and pointing. Is it worth dying for? Look! Look!
The sun was already above the peaks of the mountains and the red gleams fell upon my face, so that was bathed in rosy light. With one impulse the men fell to their knees and said, "Amen," with deep emotion, his eyes follow what Quincey noted. The dying man spoke again:
- Thank God, because all this has not been in vain! See! The snow is cleaner than your face! The curse is over!
And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died an extraordinary gentleman.
We saw it in all its grandeur, perched on a sheer precipice, and it seemed like a great gap between the top and the other mountains around him everywhere. We could hear the distant howling of wolves. Were far away, but the sound, though muffled by the snow, it was horrifying. Knew from the way in which Professor Van Helsing was looking around, I was looking for a strategic point where we would be less exposed in case of attack. The camiAUSA and a moment later, he continued, in a hollow voice: "They are rushing because it is near sunset. It may be too late. Let there be the will of the Lord!
Down came again the driving snow and the landscape disappeared. However, he soon calmed down and, once again, the teacher on the plain with the aid of his glasses. Then, suddenly shouted:
- Look! Look! Look! See, two horsemen follow fast, from the south. It must be Quincey and John. Take the glass. Look before the snow blots it all out!
I took it and looked. The two men might be Mr. Morris and Dr. Seward. In any case, I was sure none of them was Jonathan. At the same time I knew that Jonathan was not far off, looking around I saw on the north side of the two other men approached, galloping as fast they could develop their mounts. I realized that one of them was Jonathan and, of course, the other I took to be Lord Godalming. They also were pursuing the party with the cart. When I told the Professor he shouted in glee like a schoolboy, and after looking intently till a snow fall made sight impossible, he prepared his Winchester, putting on one of the rocks, ready to fire.
-are all converging, "he said. When the time comes we shall have gypsies on all sides.
I took out my revolver and maintuve about to shoot, because while we were speaking the howling of wolves came louder and closer. When the blizzard subsided a bit, we looked again. It was strange to see the snow falling so hard in the place where we were and a little further, see the sun shine, with increasing intensity, getting closer and closer to the line of mountains. As we look around us I could see dots moving on the snow, alone, in pairs or threes and in large numbers ... The wolves were gathering for their prey.
Every moment seemed an age whilst we waited. The wind came now in fierce and the snow fell furiously, turning on us relentlessly. Sometimes there llegábamrealized that they were persecuted, and not to worry at all about it. However, increasingly seemed rushed, as the sun was setting over the mountain tops.
were approaching ... The Professor and I crouched behind a rock and held our weapons ready. I understood that he was determined not to let pass. None of them had noticed our presence.
Suddenly, two voices shouted out loudly:
- Stop!
One was my Jonathan, who was raised in a tone of passion, the other was determined voice and command of Mr. Morris. It was possible that the Roma do not understand the language, but the tone in which it was pronounced andon our arms. Seeing that they were surrounded the men tightened their reins and stopped. The leader turned to them and gave an order, and to hear all the gypsy party drew what weapon he carried, knife or pistol, and prepared to attack. The result was immediate.
leader with a quick movement of his rein, threw his horse forward, and pointed first to the sun, which was near the tops of the mountains and then to the castle, said something I could not understand. In response, the four men of our party dismounted their horses and dashed towards the cart. I should have felt terrible fear at seeing Jonathan in such danger, butthe heat of battle was upon me, like all others, not afraid, but a wild, surging desire to do something. Seeing the quick movement of our friends, the leader of the gypsies gave a command and his men instantly formed round the cart, in a somewhat undisciplined training, pushing and getting in each other, in their zeal to carry out the order quickly.
Between them, I could see that Jonathan made his way on one side to the wagon, while Mr. Quincey on the other. It was evident that they were bent on carrying out its task before the sun went down. Nothing seemed to them or prevent the passage: and they pointed guns or knives ofgypsies in front of them, even the howling of the wolves behind, appeared to attract their attention. Jonathan's impetuosity, and the apparent strength of his purpose, seemed to overwhelm the men who were against him, since he instinctively drew back and let him pass. A moment later, he went to the cart, and with a strength which seemed incredible, raised the cash and threw to the ground, on wheels. Meanwhile, Mr. Morris had had to use force to break through the circle of Roma. The whole time I had been breathlessly watching Jonathan I saw the corner of my eye Quincey progressed, struggling desperately between the knives of the gypsies flash in the sun and introductionan in the flesh. He had defended his dagger and finally thought I had made it through without injury, but when he planted a jump next to Jonathan, who had already fallen off the wagon, I could see that the left hand is holding the side and blood was spurting through his fingers. However, there is left notwithstanding this, as Jonathan, with desperate energy, attacked the wooden box, with his great Kukri knife, to remove the lid, and he attacked the other frantically with his bowie. Under the efforts of both men the lid began to yield and nails drew with a screeching sound. Finally, the lid of the box was thrown aside.
then, the gypsies, seeing themselves covered by the Winchesters at the mercy of lna full speed, as if they feared for their lives. Those who were unmounted jumped on the wagon and shouted to the horsemen not to desert them. The wolves, which were kept at a respectful distance, followed and left us alone.
Mr. Morris, who had collapsed to the ground with his hand pressed on his side, saw the blood still gushed through his fingers. I ran to him, because the sacred circle and not prevented me back, so did the two doctors. Jonathan knelt behind him and the wounded man laid his head on his shoulder. With a sigh he took my hand that was not stained with blood. He must have seen the anguish of my heart in my face, I smiled and said:
- I'm happyhave been useful! Oh, God! He cried suddenly, struggling to sit down and pointing. Is it worth dying for? Look! Look!
The sun was already above the peaks of the mountains and the red gleams fell upon my face, so that was bathed in rosy light. With one impulse the men fell to their knees and said, "Amen," with deep emotion, his eyes follow what Quincey noted. The dying man spoke again:
- Thank God, because all this has not been in vain! See! The snow is cleaner than your face! The curse is over!
And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died an extraordinary gentleman.
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