eg could take no hold, and she fell in a heap at the mare's
feet; the triumphant foe then trampled to death first the old mother,
then all the whelps. At last, proudly whinnying, she galloped in frisky
triumph around the rick, and then quickly swam back to the place where
she had left her master.

"Well, Farao, is there anything the matter?" said the horseman,
embracing his horse's head.

The horse replied to the question with a familiar neigh, and rubbed her
nose against her master's hip.

The horseman thereupon tied saddle and bridle together into one bundle,
and leaped upon his steed's back, who then, without harness of any kind,
readily swam with him to the place she had already visited, and halted
before the opening in the rick. The master dismounted. The steed, thus
freed, rolled on the grass, neighing and whinnying, then leaped up,
shook herself, and with great delight grazed in the rich swampy pasture.

The gypsy was not surprised to see the bloody signs of the late
struggle. He had many a time discovered dead wolves in the track of his
grazing horse.

"This will serve splendidly for a skin-cloak, as the old one is torn."

Then something occurred to him.

"This was a female: so the male must be here somewhere--I know where."
The rick was surrounded by wolf-ditches in double rows, so made that the
inner ditch corresponded to the space left between the two outer ones:
the whole crafty work of defence was covered over with thin brush and
reeds, which had been overgrown by process of time by moss, so that even
a man might have been deceived by their appearance. Here was the reason
why the steed had not approached the rick in a straight line. This was a
fortified place, and the only entrance to the stronghold was that lake
which lay before it: that was the gate. The she-wolf, too, had
undoubtedly come across the water, but the male had not been so prudent
and had entrapped himself in one of the ditches.

The gypsy at once noticed that one ditch had been broken in, and, as he
gazed down into the depths, two blazing blood-red eyes told him that
what he was looking for was there.

"Well, you are in a fine position, old fellow: in the morning I shall
come for you: and I'll ask for your skin, if you'll give it to me. If
you give, you give; if you don't give, I take. That is the order of
things in the world. I have none, you have: I want it, you don't. One
of us must die for the other's sake: that one must be you