"Can anything but a bird get through those?"
"If Tököly lead the way—yes."
"Your Excellency has a great respect for that gentleman."
"Truly, Mr. General, I should advise you to summon hither the regiments left at the iron gate, and bring up some more cannons."
Heissler did not even reply, but beckoned to him to be silent.
At that instant a wild yell suddenly struck upon the ear of the general, and looking back towards Zernyest he saw a large column of smoke rising heavenwards, while the outposts came galloping up towards the camp.
"What is that?"
"Tököly has got through the mountains!" was the terrifying report, "the Tartars have burnt Toháir and plundered the camp."
"To horse, to arms, every man!" roared Heissler, and drawing his sword leaped upon his horse. Doria, Noscher, and Magni quickly marshalled their squadrons, Macskári quickly got together his squadrons, and descended into the plain.
They had scarce got into battle array when they were joined by the boyar Balacsán, the refugee Moldavian nobleman, who kept on foot two regiments of the Hungarians and Wallachians at his own expense.