He rode onwards through the valley along the banks of the Nesen brook until he came to its junction with the Neckar.
A mile farther a wooden mill stood upon the river-bank, beyond the mill was a tavern, and beyond the tavern stood a few cottages.

At some distance from the cottages along the road, Wogan could see a high brick wall, and over the top the chimneys and the slate roof of a large house.
Wogan stopped at the tavern.

It promised no particular comfort, it was a small dilapidated house; but it had the advantage that it was free from new paint.

It seemed to Wogan, however, wellnigh useless to take precautions in the choice of a lodging; danger leaped at him from every quarter.

For this last night he must trust to his luck; and besides there was the splash of the water falling over the mill-dam.