"'Tis my father's mill!" the forester exclaimed; "and we may safely awake him, since you are tired, Master Tyndale. Some food and a rest will do you good, for I am sure you can have but little strength left."
"But what of those men who are on our track?" said Tyndale anxiously.
"My father will set someone to keep watch, and the country is open, so that no soldiers can come on us unawares."
"But if they did?" Tyndale asked doubtfully.
"A word the moment they appeared anywhere out of the forest and we could get into the marshes, and no horsemen, unless they knew the way, could follow."
Tyndale assented, and gladly, for by this time he was almost exhausted. In a little while they had crossed the meadow and stood at the mill door.
"Who's there?" came the call from an upper window, when Engel had beaten loudly on the door.
"Otto, father, and some friends. Be quick, for we are in no small danger."
The head was drawn away from the window in an instant, and before long the miller was standing in the open doorway.
"Come in!" he exclaimed. "You're welcome since my son brings you here, although I do not know you!"