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Updated: June 9, 2025
Is he mounted?" "No." "Then what hinders you to come up with him?" "But what avails coming up with him! There are no hostelries on the road he is gone." "Fools!" said Ghysbrecht, "is there no way of emptying a man's pockets but liquor and sleight of hand?" A meaning look, that passed between Ghysbrecht and Dierich, aided the brothers' comprehension.
The brothers assented, took the letter, and went to the hostelry. They had not been gone a minute, when Dierich Brower issued from the Stadthouse, and followed them. He had his orders not to let them out of his sight till the true letter was in his master's hands. He watched outside the hostelry. He had not long to wait. They came out almost immediately, with downcast looks.
In the open ground they had gained visibly on the three this morning, and now, at last, it was a fair race again, to be settled by speed alone. A hundred yards were covered in no time. Yet still there remained these ten yards between the pursuers and the pursued. This increase of speed since the morning puzzled Dierich Brower. The reason was this.
Then he suddenly burst out again, "A hundred crowns to him who shall recover them; all, mind, all that were in this box. If one be missing, I give nothing." "'Tis a bargain, master: the hundred crowns are in my pouch. See you not that where Gerard Eliassoen is, there are the pieces of sheepskin you rate so high?" "That is true; that is true, good Dierich: good faithful Dierich.
Confused for a moment, like lions that miss their spring, Dierich and his men let Gerard and the mule put ten yards between them. Then they flew after with uplifted weapons. They were sure of catching them; for this was not the first time the parties had measured speed.
"This I know, that Gerard is too good to steal, and too wise to load himself with rubbish, going a journey." "Give you good day, then," said Dierich sharply. "The sheepskin you scorn, I value it more than the skin of any in Tergou." And he went off hastily on a false scent. Kate returned into the house and drew Giles aside. "Giles, my heart misgives me; breathe not to a soul what I say to you.
"Mates," said Dierich, "I doubt he speaks sooth. I told the burgomaster how 'twould be. He met the dwarf galloping Peter Buyskens's mule from Sevenbergen. 'They have sent that imp to Gerard, says he, 'so, then, Gerard is at Sevenbergen. 'Ah, master! says I, ''tis too late now.
Dierich Brower, who was discovered at "The Three Kings," making a chatterbox drunk in order to worm out of him the whereabouts of Martin Wittenhaagen, was actually taken and flung into a horsepond, and threatened with worse usage, should he ever show his face in the burgh again; and finally, municipal jealousy being roused, the burgomaster of Sevenbergen sent a formal missive to the burgomaster of Tergou, reminding him he had overstepped the law, and requesting him to apply to the authorities of Sevenbergen on any future occasion when he might have a complaint, real or imaginary, against any of its townsfolk.
Quick, quick! ere he has time to talk, you know, time to talk." In less than half an hour Dierich Brower and four constables entered the hosier's house, and demanded young Gerard of the panic-stricken Catherine. "Alas! what has he done now?" cried she; "that boy will break my heart." "Nay, dame, but a trick of youth," said Dierich.
"There! come away, before we hear worse," said Dierich hastily. "He is not in the chimney. Plaster will mend what a cudgel breaks; but a woman's tongue is a double-edged dagger, and a girl is a woman with her mother's milk still in her." And he beat a hasty retreat. "I told the burgomaster how 'twould be." Where is the woman that cannot act a part?
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