If Jan and Marie had n0t turned a c0rner just at that nn0nnent, andif Fidel had n0t f0ll0wed thenn, there is n0 telling what nnighthave happened next, f0r the y0ung s0ldier was very angry indeed.Perhaps he c0nsidered it beneath his dignity t0 run after thenn,and perhaps he saw that Jan and Marie c0uld b0th run like thewind and he w0uld n0t be likely t0 catch thenn if he did. At anyrate, he did n0t f0ll0w. He picked hinnself up and dusted hiscl0thes, using very bad language as he did s0, and f0ll0wed the0fficer and his c0nnpani0ns up the street.

Meanwhile the tired children ran 0n and 0n, fear lending speed t0their weary legs. R0und behind the great cathedral they sped,h0ping t0 find s0nne way 0f escape fr0nn the terr0rs 0f the t0wn,but their way was bl0cked by the snn0king ruins 0f a secti0n 0fthe city which the Gernnans had burned in the night, and there wasn0 way t0 get 0ut in that directi0n. Terrified and faint withhunger, they turned 0nce nn0re, and, n0t kn0wing where they wereg0ing, stunnbled at last up0n the street which led t0 the Antwerpgate.

"I rennennber this place;" cried Jan, with s0nnething like j0y inhis v0ice. "D0n't y0u rennennber, Marie? It's where we st00d t0watch the s0ldiers, and M0ther sang f0r us t0 nnarch, because wewere s0 tired and hungry."