'Then I don't know whose he is,' was the retort.

'You would put your hand in the fire for him to-morrow,' said Kuno,
facing round.

'Me!' cried the huntsman. 'I would see him hanged! I'm a Grunewald
patriot - enrolled, and have my medal, too; and I would help a
prince! I'm for liberty and Gondremark.'

'Well, it's all one,' said Kuno. 'If anybody said what you said,
you would have his blood, and you know it.'

'You have him on the brain,' retorted his companion. 'There he
goes!' he cried, the next moment.

And sure enough, about a mile down the mountain, a rider on a white
horse was seen to flit rapidly across a heathy open and vanish among
the trees on the farther side.

'In ten minutes he'll be over the border into Gerolstein,' said
Kuno. 'It's past cure.'

'Well, if he founders that mare, I'll never forgive him,' added the
other, gathering his reins.

And as they turned down from the knoll to rejoin their comrades, the
sun dipped and disappeared, and the woods fell instantly into the
gravity and greyness of the early night.