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That day, the Guldenvisch, like all the other boats on the Scheldt, had stopped work. She was anchored to a strong rope, and toward seven in the evening there was nothing to be seen but the light on the top of the funnel, and the port-holes, round and bright as cod's eyes. Preparations for the feast of St.
Riekje cried incessantly. "Why does he stay away so long when his Riekje is dying?" Tobias went up the ladder now and again to see if Dolf were not coming back. The little port-hole of the Guldenvisch reflected its red light on the dark water; there was no other window alight in the town.
It was thus that the boatman, Tobias Jeffers, spoke to his wife Nelle, on board the Guldenvisch. The Guldenvisch, which had been thus named from the pretty gold-fish which shone afore and aft on her prows, was Hendrik Shippe's best boat, and he had entrusted it to the care of Tobias Jeffers, his ablest boatman. There was not a smarter looking craft in Termonde, nor one better fitted for hard work.
There he is!" cried the men at that moment, who were moving the torches over the water. "We saw his head and feet. Help!" Dolf threw off his coat and said to the boatmen coldly: "I will go." Then he spoke again: "One of you run to Madame Puzzel and take her back to the Guldenvisch at once."
Sit down and warm yourself." "Good-evening to you all," replied the fat little old woman. "So we are going to have christening sugar on board the Guldenvisch this evening. It's your first, is it not, Riekje? Come, Nelle, make me some coffee and give me some supper." "Riekje," said the young boatman, "I brought Madame Puzzel because Dolf was dragged off by his comrades. He must not see you suffer.
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