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When the ���������� stopped, the driver jumped down and held out his hand to assist me to alight.

Then, far off in the distance, from the mountains on each side of us began a louder and a sharper howling—that of wolves—which affected both the horses and myself in the same way—for I was minded to jump from the ������è����� and run, whilst they reared again and plunged madly, so that the driver had to use all his great strength to keep them from bolting.

I shouted and beat the side of the ����������, hoping by the noise to scare the wolves from that side, so as to give him a chance of reaching the trap.

When I could see again the driver was climbing into the ����������, and the wolves had disappeared.

Then, amongst a chorus of screams from the peasants and a universal crossing of themselves, a ����������, with four horses, drove up behind us, overtook us, and drew up beside the coach.