"What makes you think that Herr Windt is here?" asked Marishka suddenly.
"I saw him with Spivak yonder," and he pointed to the north beyond the gorge.
Marishka was silent, her eyes eagerly searching the shadows. Her hand was trembling a little with the excitement of their situation, but her voice was firm as she whispered:
"Perhaps tonight my eyes are uncertain, Hugh. But do you not see something moving in the shadow of the wall?"
"Where?"
"Of the causeway—there, beyond the chain of the drawbridge——"
He peered eagerly in the direction she indicated.
"A shadow——?" he questioned. "I can't—no—yes—it moves—there!"
"Yes—another and still another. And they are carrying something."
Renwick watched again for a tense moment.