Guided by the light, they ran to the chamber of the orphans, now deserted.

Morok saw the sheets floating from the casement, and cried: "Mr.Burgomaster, they have escaped by the window--they are on foot--in this dark and stormy night, they cannot be far." "No doubt, we shall catch them, the miserable tramps! Oh, I will be revenged! Quick, Morok; your honor is concerned as well as mine." "My honor ?--Much more is concerned than that, Mr.Burgomaster," answered the Prophet, in a tone of great irritation.

Then, rapidly descending the stairs, he opened the door of the court-yard, and shouted in a voice of thunder: "Goliath! unchain the dogs!--and, landlord! bring us lanterns, torches--arm your people--open the doors!--We must pursue the fugitives; they cannot escape us; we must have them--alive or dead!".