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A dozen mounted troopers were waiting, drawn up in a line in the avenue before the "Folly." When Jan arrived, the sergeant gave a sharp order, and two of the men rode off at a gallop towards the town. Jan was obliged to mount a horse, and his feet were strapped together underneath the belly of his steed. The troopers curiously examined him, but he withstood their stares with a moveless visage. The sergeant climbed a bench on the loggia of the "Folly," and shading his eyes with his hand, steadily watched the town road and the strikers' camp. He looked so anxious that Jan guessed that he disliked the weight of his responsibility.
"You need be under no apprehension, sergeant," he called out. "The strikers are expecting me to be arrested to-day. They will not venture to resist you, nor attempt a rescue."