He had taken particular notice of the country from his prison window and, when he came down into a broad road running along the valley, he turned at once to the south.
His plans had all been carefully thought out, while in prison.

He knew perfectly well that, without money, it would be altogether impossible for him to traverse the many hundred miles that lay between him and Saxony.

There would be a hot pursuit when, in the morning, he was found to have gone; but it would hardly be suspected that he had taken the road for Vienna, as this would be entirely out of his way.
Happily, he was not altogether penniless.

He had always carried five or six gold pieces, sewn up in the lining of his jacket with the letters with which he had been furnished by Count Eulenfurst, as a resource in case of being taken prisoner.

He wished now that he had brought more, but he thought that it might prove sufficient for his first needs.
He walked all night.