"To the right is our road," he said. "To left, to the castle. Each about eight miles. Get down."
"But they'll be on us!" I cried.
"Get down!" he repeated brusquely; and I obeyed.
The wood was dense up to the very edge of the road. We led our horses into the covert, bound handkerchiefs over their eyes, and stood beside them.
"You want to see who they are?" I whispered.
"Aye, and where they're going," he answered.
I saw that his revolver was in his hand.
Nearer and nearer came the hoofs. The moon shone out now clear and full, so that the road was white with it. The ground was hard and we had left no traces.
"Here they come!" whispered Sapt.
"It's the duke!"
"I thought so!" he answered.
It was the duke; and with him a burly fellow whom I knew well, and who had cause to know me afterward—Max Holf, brother to Johann the
