en were the Imperialists expected to arrive?"

"They were ten miles away this morning," the pastor replied; "but as
they were plundering and burning as they went they will not probably
arrive before Mansfeld before the morning. Some of the more timid
citizens were leaving, and many were sending away their wives and
families."

"Then," Malcolm said, "I will march thither at once. Twenty good
soldiers may make all the difference, and although I have, of course, no
orders for such an emergency, the king can hardly blame me even if the
worst happens for striking a blow against the Imperialists here. Will
you give me a man," he asked the farmer, "to guide us across the hills?"

"That will I right willingly," the farmer said; "but it seems to me a
desperate service to embark in. These townspeople are of little good for
fighting, and probably intend only to make a show of resistance in order
to procure better terms. The count himself is a brave nobleman, but I
fear that the enterprise is a hopeless one."

"Hopeless or not," Malcolm said, "I will undertake it, and will at once
put the men under arms. The wagon and horses with the baggage I will
leave here till I return, that is if we should ever come back again."

A tap of the drum and the soldiers came running in hastily from various
cottages where they were spending their last evening with their village
friends, wondering at the sudden summons to arms. As soon as they had
fallen in, Malcolm joined them.

"Men," he said, "I am sorry to disturb you on your last evening here,
but there is business on hand. A party of Pappenheim's dragoons are
about to attack the town of Mansfeld, where the people are of the
Reformed Religion. The siege will begin in the morning, and ere that
time we must be there. We have all got fat and lazy, and a little
fighting will do us good."

The thought of a coming fray reconciled the men to their departure
from their quiet and happy resting place. Armour was donned, buckles
fastened, and arms inspected, and in half an hour, after a cordial adieu
from their kind hosts, the detachment marched off, their guide with a
lighted torch leading the way. The men were in light marching order,
having left everything superfluous behind them in the wagon; and they
marched briskly along over hill and through forest without a halt, till
at three o'clock in the morning the little town of Mansfeld, with its
castle rising above it, was visible before them in the f