As soon as Van's father learned of what had taken place, he was for leaving the city at once.
"There is yet an hour before darkness," said he, "and I will have it announced that the friends of the murdered girl—or rather boy, as they think—desire the body to be buried outside the wall. Then those who are going to leave can take to the boat and leave the city behind them forever."
"That is true," returned Van; "but I have not seen Metha Arundel yet."
"I have, if you have not. Her father says they are ready to go at ten minutes' notice."
"Very well, then. I will go after them at once."
The distance to the house of the Arundels was not great, and Van soon reached it, finding what his father had said to be true.
Arundel was an Englishman, and as he was a sworn friend of Vincent's, he was ready to stick to him in anything he undertook.
His daughter had really fallen in love with Van, and, of course, she was only too glad to go.
The father and daughter mounted their horses, taking what few things they could carry, and then Van led them to the door of his father's house, where the funeral procession had already formed.
When the elder Vincent saw that all were on hand he gave the order to start.