I doubt I shall see no more the light of day." And he kneeled down and commended his soul to God.
Presently he rose and sprang at the iron bar of the window, and clutched it.

This enabled him to look out by pressing his knees against the wall.
It was but for a minute; but in that minute he saw a sight such as none but a captive can appreciate.
Martin Wittenhaagen's back.
Martin was sitting, quietly fishing in the brook near the Stadthouse.
Gerard sprang again at the window, and whistled.

Martin instantly showed that he was watching much harder than fishing.

He turned hastily round and saw Gerard--made him a signal, and taking up his line and bow, went quickly off.
Gerard saw by this that his friends were not idle: yet had rather Martin had stayed.

The very sight of him was a comfort.