"We are lost!" howled the mob, whilst the voice of the officer in command (it had a strong foreign accent), rose above the din: "Down with your arms! no resistance!" Onucz rushed roaring towards his sacks of ducats, the women scattered screaming among the tents.

For an instant Fatia Negra stood petrified before Anicza, like a devil caught in a trap, and gazed vacantly at the girl's flaming face.
Anicza now turned quickly towards the armed soldiers and cried with a piercing voice: "Hasten Juon Tare! Seize the smelting-oven entrance, else this devil will still escape us!" That was why she wanted to know from Fatia Negra which way they would go underground.
At these words, however, the adventurer recovered himself.

He saw a pitiless enemy and a troop of armed men hastening to the door of the smelting-furnace and that way of refuge was consequently closed.

The same instant an infernal idea occurred to him.
Hastily snatching up a burning torch from the altar with a couple of vigorous bounds he approached the smelting-furnace.

Twenty bayonets and a long axe in the hands of Juon Tare were raised against him--and he was unarmed.
But it was not to the door he wished to get.