"Good-bye, my child! words could never express our
gratitude. God will reward you for having saved the lives of
two men."

Rosa took the hand which John de Witt proffered to her, and
kissed it with every show of respect.

"Go! for Heaven's sake, go!" she said; "it seems they are
going to force the gate."

John de Witt hastily got in, sat himself down by the side of
his brother, and, fastening the apron of the carriage,
called out to the coachman, --

"To the Tol-Hek!"

The Tol-Hek was the iron gate leading to the harbor of
Schevening, in which a small vessel was waiting for the two
brothers.

The carriage drove off with the fugitives at the full speed
of a pair of spirited Flemish horses. Rosa followed them
with her eyes until they turned the corner of the street,
upon which, closing the door after her, she went back and
threw the key into a cell.

The noise which had made Rosa suppose that the people were
forcing the prison door was indeed owing to the mob
battering against it after the square had been left by the