"The hopper's empty!" yelled the Miller. "You'll smash up the mill."
But nobody heard him in the roar.
"Johannes!" shouted the Miller with the full force of his lungs in the direction of the quarry.
Johannes came.
"They're grinding up my millstones," his father cried, pointing.
Johannes went quietly towards the group. He was fearfully pale and the veins on his temples grew bigger. He recognized Otto, the Chamberlain's son, who was in cadet's uniform; there were two others besides him. One of them smiled a greeting to smooth things over.
Johannes made no sound or sign, but went on. He was making straight for Otto. At that moment he saw two ladies on horseback coming out of the wood; one of them was Victoria. She had on a green habit and was riding the white mare from the Castle. She did not get off, but sat watching them all with questioning eyes.
Then Johannes altered his course; he turned off, went up on the weir and opened the sluice; the noise gradually subsided, the mill stopped.
Otto called out:
"No, let it go on. What are you doing that for? Let the mill go on, I tell you."