Now, Ambrol, in the Gypsy tongue, signifieth a pear.
So I caparisoned Ambrol, and then, going to the cart, removed two or three things from out it into the tent; I then lifted up the shafts, and was just going to call to the pony to come and be fastened to them, when I thought I heard a noise.
I stood stock still, supporting the shaft of the little cart in my hand, and bending the right side of my face slightly towards the ground; but I could hear nothing.

The noise which I thought I had heard was not one of those sounds which I was accustomed to hear in that solitude--the note of a bird, or the rustling of a bough; it was--there I heard it again--a sound very much resembling the grating of a wheel amongst gravel.

Could it proceed from the road?
Oh no, the road was too far distant for me to hear the noise of anything moving along it.

Again I listened, and now I distinctly heard the sound of wheels, which seemed to be approaching the dingle; nearer and nearer they drew, and presently the sound of wheels was blended with the murmur of voices.

Anon I heard a boisterous shout, which seemed to proceed from the entrance of the dingle.