"This is the Lord's doing," said Tyndale solemnly, and breaking the silence. "Let us kneel and thank Him for saving us in this eleventh hour." He dropped on his knees, and when the others did the same, he poured out his soul in grateful thanks. * * * * * * * Two days later those who were with him rode into Worms--all save Mary Engel, who remained in the mill. As the horses crossed the bridge at the city gate they turned to look back on the road they had travelled, and their faces were lit up with the glory of the evening sun. "At evening time it shall be light," said Tyndale softly, and, shaking his horse's rein, he rode along the street after asking the warden of the gate where they would find the home of Doctor Martin Luther. It was early next morning when Luther and Tyndale gave their benediction, and Margaret and Herman were married in the church where Luther preached. Half an hour later the forester was in the saddle, ready to ride back to Mary, and his eyes were twinkling with mirth, and his face had never been broader with smiles. He called Herman to him when he had said "Good-bye" to all the others. Bending in his saddle, while his dog was waiting, impatient to be gone, he put out his hand. "Shake it, Herman, and in the dear Lord's name wish me joy!" Herman gazed into his face, wondering at it. "What for?" "Because I am going to marry Mary to-morrow, please God, if she'll only say 'Yes'; and I believe she will. Master Byrckmann has forced two hundred golden crowns upon me for what he calls my splendid service. I didn't think of any payment, God knows! and I didn't want to take it, big though the temptation was to do so. But he gave me no alternative. See! It is here!" He slapped his hand on the leathern pouch at his belt, and Herman heard the chink of gold. "I wanted a hundred crowns, I told you, to buy a mill--and I know of one--but this leaves me with a hundred in reserve. Bid me joy, Herman! You said my ship would come home. It's come!" "I do, with all my heart!" Herman cried. And a moment later the forester was galloping along the street towards the city gate. MORGAN AND SCOTT LD., 12, PATERNOSTER BUILDINGS, LONDON, E.C.