But the lad was crowded so closely into his hiding-place, that he could not spring to the little one's aid, and his attention was attracted to a new sight, as Janus Dousa appeared on horseback.

In answer to the cry of "The Spaniards! The Spaniards!" he shouted loudly: "Quiet, people, quiet! The enemy hasn't come yet! To the Rhine! Vessels are waiting there for all strangers.

To the Rhine! There are no Spaniards there, do you hear, no Spaniards!" The nobleman stopped just before Adrian, for his horse could go no farther and stood snorting and trembling under his rider.

The advice bore little fruit, and not until hundreds had rushed past him, did the frightened crowd diminish.

The bear, from which they fled, had been caught by a brewer's apprentice and taken back to its owner long before.
The city constables now appeared, led by Adrian's father, and the boy followed them unobserved to the timber-market on the southern bank of the Rhine.