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At this moment the servant of the supercargo ran out of the cabin. "Mynheer Kloots, hasten in help my master he will be killed the bear! the bear!" "The bear! what Johannes?" cried Mynheer Kloots. "Why, the animal is as tame as a dog. I will go and see." But before Mynheer Kloots could walk into the cabin, out flew in his shirt the affrighted supercargo.
At this alarming intelligence, Mynheer Von Stroom jumped up from his chair, and in his hurry and fear knocked down the candle which had just been lighted. "In danger! Mynheer Kloots! why the water is smooth and the wind down! My hat where is my hat and my cane? I will go on deck. Quick! A light Mynheer Kloots, if you please to order a light to be brought; I can find nothing in the dark.
"I know that, and much more, if I chose to tell," replied Schriften; "but never mind, I have warned you of bad weather, as is my duty;" and, with these words, Schriften went down the poop-ladder. "God in heaven! I never was so puzzled and so frightened in my life," observed Kloots. "I don't know what to think or say. What think you, Philip? was it not supernatural?"
Captain Kloots was stunned, and it was with difficulty that Philip could persuade two of the men to assist him down below. Hillebrant had been more unfortunate his right arm was broken, and he was otherwise severely bruised; Philip assisted him to his berth, and then went on deck again to try and restore order.
"It is strange that we do not fall in with any of the vessels of the fleet. They must all have been driven down here." "Perhaps they have kept a wider offing." "It had been as well if we had done the same," said Kloots. "That was a narrow escape last night. There is such a thing as having too little as well as having too much wind."
Mynheer Kloots, why do you not answer? Mercy on me! he is gone and has left me." Mynheer Kloots had gone to fetch a light, and now returned with it. Mynheer Von Stroom put on his hat, and walked out of the cabin.
"What has the name of Vanderdecken to do with it?" observed Kloots. "Have you not heard, then? The captain of that vessel we have just seen is a Mynheer Vanderdecken he is the Flying Dutchman!" "How know you that, pilot?" inquired Hillebrant.
The sun had sunk down below the horizon, and the gloom of night was gradually adding to the alarm of the crew of the Ter Schilling. "We must lower down the boats," said Mynheer Kloots to the first mate, "and try to tow her off. We cannot do much good, I'm afraid; but at all events the boats will be ready for the men to get into before she drives on shore.
In half an hour the good ship will be beaten into toothpicks, without a breeze to help us." And the little man giggled as if pleased at the idea. The anxiety of Mynheer Kloots was not to be concealed; his pipe was every moment in and out of his mouth. The crew remained in groups on the forecastle and gangway, listening with dismay to the fearful roaring of the breakers.
"Hard a-port! flatten in forward! brail up the trysail, my men! Be smart!" cried Kloots, as from the wind's chopping round to the northward and westward, the ship was taken aback, and careened low before it. The rain now came down in torrents, and it was so dark that it was with difficulty they could perceive each other on the deck.
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