upon on the roads and hauled to Prague; but no news was obtained of the real fugitives, who quietly pursued their way undisturbed further by the active search which was being made for them.  The anger of the emperor when he heard of the escape of the prize he had destined for one of his favourite officers was extreme.  He ordered the count to be treated with the greatest rigour, and declared all his estates and those of his wife forfeited, the latter part of the sentence being at present inoperative, her estates being in a part of the country far beyond the range of the Imperialist troops.  The waiting maid was after some weeks’ detention released, as there was no evidence whatever of her complicity in the affair.

Malcolm continued his journey quietly towards the frontier of Bavaria; but, on arriving at a small town within a few miles of Pilsen, he learned that Wallenstein had fallen back with his army to that place.  Much alarmed at the news he determined to turn off by a cross road and endeavour to avoid the Imperialists.  He had not, however, left the place before a party of Imperialist horse rode in.

Malcolm was at once stopped, and was told that he must accompany the troops to Pilsen, as they had orders to requisition all carts for the supply of provisions for the army.  Malcolm knew that it was of no use to remonstrate, but, with many loud grumblings at his hard lot, he moved to the marketplace, where he remained until all the wagons in the place and in the surrounding country had been collected.

Loud and bitter were the curses which the peasants uttered at finding themselves taken from their homes and compelled to perform service for which the pay, if received at all, would be scanty in the extreme.  There was, however, no help for it; and when all were collected they started in a long procession guarded by the cavalry for Pilsen.  On arriving there they were ordered to take up their station with the great train of wagons collected for the supply of the army.

Thekla had from her hiding place heard the conversation, and was greatly alarmed at finding that they were again in the power of the Imperialists.  No one, however, approached the wagon, and it was not until darkness had set in that she heard Malcolm’s voice whispering to her to arise quietly.

“We must leave the wagon; it will be impossible for you to remain concealed here longer, for tomorrow I may be sent out to bring in supplies.  For the present we must remain in Pilsen.  The whole country will be scoured by the troops, and it will not be safe to traverse the roads.  Here in Pilsen no one will think of looking for us.

“Wallenstein’s headquarters are the last place where we should be suspected of hiding, and you may be sure that, however close the search may be elsewhere, the governor of Prague will not have thought of informing Wallenstein of an affair so foreign to the business of war as the escape from the emperor’s clutches of a young lady.  I have donned my craftsman dress again, and we will boldly seek for lodgings.”