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He bowed politely to Heideck and then asked, with a certain amount of confidence, "Pardon me, Herr major, if I serve the German Empire well, may I count on an adequate reward?" "I have already told you, M. Penurot, that we are prepared to pay more than the English." "Oh, that was not what I meant. You mustn't class me with Maaning Brandelaar and people of that sort." Heideck smiled.
Three men, in the dark, woollen smock and tarpaulined hat of coast fishermen, approached him and, in answer to his inquiry for the master, told him, in an unintelligible mixture of Dutch and German, that he had gone ashore. "His name?" "Maaning Brandelaar." "What is the name of this vessel?" "Bressay."
Amelungen and Van Spranekhuizen are in a conspiracy to carry on a regular system of espionage in the interests of England. You are used as an agent, and Maaning Brandelaar is trying to get out of it by sacrificing you." "So it seems, really. But I am quite innocent, Herr major. I know nothing of all that.
He will have other sources of information besides yourself, and if he finds your statements confirmed, he will have complete confidence in you." These words did not allay Maaning Brandelaar's uneasiness. "Yes, but you don't mean to give me correct information?" "Certainly I do. Everything I write for you will be perfectly correct." This reply was clearly too much for the skipper to understand.
It is really of interest to me to make your business friend's acquaintance." The second visitor now thought it advisable to introduce himself. "My name is Camille Penurot," said he; "I am a grocer in Breskens. Maaning Brandelaar has offered to sell me his cargo, and I have come with him to inspect the goods."
It was nine o'clock rather late for the business which Maaning Brandelaar intended to transact at Breskens. Heideck sent the marines on deck with orders to see that no one left the ship before the captain returned. He then ordered a lantern to be lighted to examine below.
"He could not be certain that it would be noted by us, while he must have known that it was sure to attract the attention of the Sioux. No; I cannot be mistaken." "Do ye want to pass it by widout finding out its maaning?" "If it is father who has kindled the blaze, and he is looking for us, he will find some way of telling us more plainly " "Do ye obsarve?" asked Tim, in some excitement.
"And no doubt night is the best time for that," rejoined Heideck in a sarcastic tone, but with an imperturbably serious air. "Now let me see your papers, Mynheer Brandelaar." Just as he had expected, the papers were in perfect order. The fishing smack Bressay, owner Maximilian van Spranekhuizen of Rotterdam, sailing with a cargo of pickled herrings from Lerwick. Captain, Maaning Brandelaar.
Brandelaar having been summoned to the cabin, Heideck addressed him as follows: "Listen to me, Maaning Brandelaar. I know everything, and I need not tell you that it is more than enough to put your neck in danger according to martial law. But I will show you a way to save yourself. Go to-morrow to Ternenzen and wait there till you hear from me.
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