They turned away to the right, and soon they saw the great flood of the noble river rolling steadily on towards the sea. Vessels were moving slowly down the stream, picturesque in the fleeting moonlight, and a great raft, such as had passed the cavern when Tyndale was waiting for the coming of the _Marburg_, was floating after them. On the other side was a ruined castle, scorched and blackened by fire, and Engel knew it instantly. "A mile and a half higher up the river and we are there!" he exclaimed; and with low laughter he added, "And then I shall see my Mary, and have her in my arms!" He hugged himself in his delight. "You know, Herman, I'd have married her a year ago, but her father wouldn't hear of my taking her to that poverty-stricken hut, and I've been saving for years to get enough to buy a mill. A hundred golden crowns more, and the thing's done." He stopped at that, and the exultation passed. "A hundred golden crowns want a lot of getting," he said gloomily, a few moments later. "We shall be older than we are, and older than I like to think, by the time I've got them, at the rate I'm going." "They'll come all right, Otto," said Herman confidently. "Your ship will come home unexpectedly. See if she doesn't." The forester flung aside his gloom, and every yard they travelled lifted his spirits. He was thinking of the girl he loved, and he was soon to see her. The forest came to an abrupt ending. Before them was a broad sweep of open country, at least two hundred acres of fine grazing land, dotted with trees and sleeping horses and cattle, and in the centre of all, standing on a high mound, a fine old mill, whose arms were motionless. "That's the place!" exclaimed Engel, pulling up his horse. Turning in his saddle, he spoke to those who were behind him. "We must halt here, while I go to the mill and ask my cousin to give us shelter for a little while." "Why not go on to Worms?" asked Tyndale, in surprise. "I thought we only had a few miles to travel in order to get there." "I did not dare to take you there to-night, Master Tyndale, lest Cochlaeus should have sent some horsemen forward to intercept us. We must travel slowly to go more safely, and there is secure hiding in my uncle's mill. You and Master Roye can sit somewhere in quietness, and at your ease you can go on with your work--as well here as anywhere. My cousin can hide you as securely as though you were with Doctor Luther." "Then I am content, if the others are," said Tyndale. "What say you, Master Byrckmann?" "More than content, since it will give my wife the rest she needs," the printer answered, looking anxiously at his wife, as the light of the moon played on her face. "Then let us go forward!" exclaimed Tyndale, shaking the reins to urge his horse on.