Instantly, therefore, with the aid of Jacob, putting on the guise of a
courier, I hastened out to the stables, at which I engaged horses for my
journey. Mounting, and followed by my English servant, I rode rapidly
forth from the gates of the city.
I had got to some distance, when, turning my head, I saw a horseman
galloping after me. I could not help fearing that he was some officer
sent by the Blood Council for my arrest; and I doubted whether I should
endeavour to defend myself and refuse to return, or to yield myself a
prisoner. As he drew nearer, however, I saw that he was my faithful
friend Jacob.
"Ah! Master Verner," he said; "I could not resist the temptation of
following you, and endeavouring to assist in your escape. It would be
sad to think what would happen if you were taken. I should never
forgive myself, if I had not done all I could to preserve you."
Thanking Jacob for his kindness and generosity, I yet thought it my duty
to expostulate with him, and show him the danger he was running in
accompanying me.
"To be honest with you, Master Ernst," he said, "I think it will not be
greater than it would be if I were to remain; for when it becomes known
that I warned you and assisted in your escape, I am very well assured
that the Blood Council would condemn me to death."
On this, of course I no longer urged Jacob to return, though well
assured that his regard for me was his principal motive. As we
increased our distance from Antwerp, I began to hope that we should
escape from the country without further danger. Instead of riding to
Ostend, however, we took a different direction, towards Zealand. We had
passed through Breda beyond which we proceeded a couple of stages,
where, the night overtaking us, on the second day of our journey, we
were compelled to stop and rest. Wearied by my ride, and the anxiety I
had gone through, I slept soundly. How long my slumbers had lasted I
know not, when I felt a rough hand on my shoulder. I started up,
wondering what was about to happen.