"What, indeed?" The girl regarded the Mount almost bitterly. "It is impregnable." "Way there!" At that moment, a deep, strong voice from a little group of people, moving toward them, interrupted. CHAPTER XVI THE MOUNTEBANK AND THE PEOPLE In the center walked a man, dressed as a mountebank, who bent forward, laden with various properties--a bag that contained a miscellany of spurious medicines and drugs, to be sold from a stand, and various dolls for a small puppet theater he carried on his back. It was not for the Governor's daughter, or the old woman, however, his call had been intended. "Way there!" he repeated to those in front of him. But they, yet seeking to detain, called out: "Give the piece here!" CHAPTER XVI THE MOUNTEBANK AND THE PEOPLE In the center walked a man, dressed as a mountebank, who bent forward, laden with various properties--a bag that contained a miscellany of spurious medicines and drugs, to be sold from a stand, and various dolls for a small puppet theater he carried on his back. It was not for the Governor's daughter, or the old woman, however, his call had been intended. "Way there!" he repeated to those in front of him. But they, yet seeking to detain, called out: "Give the piece here!" Like a person not lightly turned from his purpose, he, strolling-player as well as charlatan, pointed to the Mount, and, unceremoniously thrusting one person to this side and another to that, stubbornly pushed on. As long as they were in sight the girl watched, but when with shouts and laughter they had vanished, swallowed by the shifting host, once more she turned to the crone. That person, however, had walked on toward the shore, and indecisively the Governor's daughter gazed after. The woman's name she had not inquired, but could find out later; that would not be difficult, she felt sure.