When it was good and dark, and everybody was asleep again, Marjon came to summon him. He could scarcely distinguish her figure; but he knew by a soft, grunting sound, that she carried Kees, her monkey, on her arm. She thrust her guitar into Johannes' hand, and said in a low tone: "Move on, now!"
They set out hastily and in silence, Marjon taking the lead. First they went by the highway; then they took a footpath along the river; and then, at a ferry, they softly unfastened a small boat, and pushed out into the current.
"Keep your wits about you, Jo, and be on the lookout!"
"We shall be overtaken," said Johannes, not quite at his ease.
"Are you afraid?"
"No, not afraid," said Johannes, although the truth was that he was trying not to be; "but where are we going to bring up? And how can we keep out of the way if a boat should come along? We have no oars!"
"I wish a boat would come. Then we'd go on with it."
"Where do you want to go, Marjon?"
"Well, over the frontier, of course. Otherwise they'll catch us.
"But Markus!"