"This is a good joke," he said; "they are burning the old nest down. That is smoking the old fox out of his den with a vengeance." He seemed to think that this also was the work of his pursuers. But I recalled the threats which old Pahlen had uttered when I drove her off the place. I remembered that among the rest she had said something about "the red cock crowing from the roof." But however the fire had originated in which the old castle was now rapidly consuming, it could not have occurred at a more critical moment for the castle's master. Although we were fully a mile distant, the flames, which now towered above the gigantic trees of the park, cast their light to our very feet; and as the awful glare was caught up and reflected by the black clouds, now changing to a lurid crimson, a strange and fearful light spread over the whole region. I could clearly see Herr von Zehren's features: they were, or appeared to me of the paleness of death. "For God's sake let us hasten to get away from here," I said to him. "The hunt is about to begin," he said. The hunt had begun already. The pursuing party, who had beset the narrow pass, and had probably no other orders than to cut us off there, were now, by the strangest accident, enabled to continue the pursuit, and they made the best use of the opportunity. Spreading out like skirmishers, without venturing too dangerously near to the morass on either side, they pressed rapidly on, rousing from their hiding-places the fugitives, some of whom were stealing across the open space to the narrow outlet, and others crouching to the earth or lurking in hollows, in hope that the pursuit would be given over. Here and there a flash pierced the dusky glow, and the report of a musket rang out; and everywhere I saw the figures of pursuers and pursued flitting through the uncertain light, and heard wild cries of "Halt!" "Stand!" and a loud halloo and laughter when one was caught. The blood seemed frozen in my veins. To be hunted down, and shot down in this fashion, like hares at a battue! "And no arms," muttered Herr von Zehren, through his clenched teeth. "Here!" cried I, tearing the pistols from my belt and placing one in his hand. "Loaded?" "Yes!" "Now then, _en avant!_" At a rapid run we had nearly reached the outlet-pass, distinguishable to those who knew the localities by a dead oak and a clump of hazels, when I caught the gleam of musket-barrels above the bushes. It was as I had dreaded: the outlet was beset. "I know another way," whispered Herr von Zehren. "Perhaps it will bear us, and if not----" I did not let him finish--"On! on!" I cried. We turned sharply to the right and entered the tall rushes that bordered the morass. But they had already caught sight of us; there was a cry of "Halt!" and shots were fired at us; and some came rapidly running towards us. "It must be here," said Herr von Zehren, parting the high rushes and plunging into them. I followed closely behind him.