The young woman felt as though an iron band held her fast.

She could not move.

She could not speak.

Then Gibbs went down, and the girl's scream rang out, "Behind you, Matt! Look quick!" As he recovered his balance from the effort that had thrown Wash, Young Matt heard her cry, saw the girl's look of horror, and her outstretched hand pointing.

Like a flash he whirled just as the knife was lifted high for the murderous blow.