“The Jounker Van der Graef and his companions,” said the fisherman.
“They are coming here?”
“As I said, Mynheer.”
The Prince hastened to loosen his horse and to remount, but as he leapt to the saddle several figures emerged out of the fog.
William turned the grey horse away from Scheveningen towards the undulating, obscure lines of the sand dunes.
But they had seen him.
“A stranger!” cried the foremost.
The Prince gave a glance at him over his shoulder.
“Ah!” Jacob Van der Graef caught his breath and fell back a pace.