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Denys did not share his scruples.He was a Frenchman, and despised every other nation, laws, inmates, and customs included.He was a soldier, and took a military view of the situation.Superior force opposed; river between; rear open; why, 'twas retreat made easy.

He saw at a glance that the boat still drifted in mid-stream, and there was no ferry nearer than Dusseldorf."I shall beat a quick retreat to that hill," said he, "and then, being out of sight, quick step."They sauntered off.

"Halt! in the bailiff's name," cried a voice from the shore.

Denys turned round and ostentatiously snapped his fingers at the bailiff, and proceeded.

"Halt! in the archbishop's name."

Denys snapped his fingers at his grace, and proceeded.

"Halt! in the emperor's name."

Denys snapped his fingers at his majesty, and proceeded.

Gerard saw this needless pantomime with regret, and as soon as they had passed the brow of the hill, said, "There is now but one course, we must run to Burgundy instead of walking;" and he set off, and ran the best part of a league without stopping.

Denys was fairly blown, and inquired what on earth had become of Gerard's fever."I begin to miss it sadly," said he drily.

"I dropped it in Rhine, I trow," was the reply.

Presently they came to a little village, and here Denys purchased a loaf and a huge bottle of Rhenish wine."For," he said, "we must sleep in some hole or corner.If we lie at an inn, we shall be taken in our beds." This was no more than common prudence on the old soldier's part.

The official network for catching law-breakers, especially plebeian ones, was very close in that age; though the co-operation of the public was almost null, at all events upon the Continent.

The innkeepers were everywhere under close surveillance as to their travellers, for whose acts they were even in some degree responsible, more so it would seem than for their sufferings.

The friends were both glad when the sun set; and delighted, when, after a long trudge under the stars (for the moon, if I remember right, did not rise till about three in the morning) they came to a large barn belonging to a house at some distance.A quantity of barley had been lately thrashed; for the heap of straw on one side the thrashing-floor was almost as high as the unthrashed corn on the other.

"Here be two royal beds," said Denys; "which shall we lie on, the mow, or the straw?""The straw for me," said Gerard.

They sat on the heap, and ate their brown bread, and drank their wine, and then Denys covered his friend up in straw, and heaped it high above him, leaving him only a breathing hole: "Water, they say, is death to fevered men; I'll make warm water on't, anyhow."Gerard bade him make his mind easy."These few drops from Rhine cannot chill me.I feel heat enough in my body now to parch a kennel, or boil a cloud if I was in one." And with this epigram his consciousness went so rapidly, he might really be said to "fall asleep."Denys, who lay awake awhile, heard that which made him nestle closer.Horses' hoofs came ringing up from Dusseldorf, and the wooden barn vibrated as they rattled past howling in a manner too well known and understood in the 15th century.but as unfamiliar in Europe now as a red Indian's war-whoop.

Denys shook where he lay.

Gerard slept like a top.

It all swept by, and troop and howls died away.

The stout soldier drew a long breath, whistled in a whisper, closed his eyes, and slept like a top, too.

In the morning he sat up and put out his hand to wake Gerard.It lighted on the young man's forehead, and found it quite wet.Denys then in his quality of nurse forbore to wake him."It is ill to check sleep or sweat in a sick man," said he."I know that far, though I ne'er minced ape nor gallows-bird."After waiting a good hour he felt desperately hungry; so he turned, and in self-defence went to sleep again.

Poor fellow, in his hard life he had been often driven to this manoeuvre.At high noon he was waked by Gerard moving, and found him sitting up with the straw smoking round him like a dung-hill.

Animal heat versus moisture.Gerard called him "a lazy loon." He quietly grinned.

They set out, and the first thing Denys did was to give Gerard his arbalest, etc., and mount a high tree on the road."Coast clear to the next village," said he, and on they went.

On drawing near the village, Denys halted and suddenly inquired of Gerard how he felt.

"What! can you not see? I feel as if Rome was no further than yon hamlet.""But thy body, lad; thy skin?"

"Neither hot nor cold; and yesterday 'twas hot one while and cold another.But what I cannot get rid of is this tiresome leg.""Le grand malheur! Many of my comrades have found no such difficulty.""Ah! there it goes again; itches consumedly.""Unhappy youth," said Denys solemnly, "the sum of thy troubles is this: thy fever is gone, and thy wound is - healing.Sith so it is," added he indulgently, "I shall tell thee a little piece of news I had otherwise withheld.""What is't?" asked Gerard, sparkling with curiosity.

"THE HUE AND CRY IS OUT AFTER US: AND ON FLEET HORSES.""Oh!"