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Do you know that if he had pulled his gun and shot you down right here where you sit, that he could have walked out of this room without a hand raised to stop him? Yes, sir! And why? Because we know his record; and I'd rather go against a wolf with my bare hands as you did than stand up against Dan Barry with guns. I could tell you how he fought Jim Silent's gang, one to six.
Those who see anything tortuous in such politics must beware of judging the intriguing age of Philip and Catherine de' Medici by the higher standard of later, and possibly more candid times. It would have been puerile for a man of William the Silent's resources, to allow himself to be outwitted by the intrigues of all the courts and cabinets in Europe.
I wanted to put 'em off that trail." "Look here," said Calder, "how'd you know us?" "I've said my little say," said Buck sullenly, "an' you'll get no more out of me between here an' any hell you can take me to." "He knew us when his father talked about Satan an' Black Bart," said Dan to Tex. "Maybe he's one of Silent's."
"I wish to God I could read your mind," he said at last, "but I'll take your word that you did it without thinking." His hand slowly met Silent's. "An' what about the girl now, Lee?" "I'll send her back to her father's ranch. It will be easy to put her on the right way." "Don't you see no reason why you can't do that?" "Are you playing with me?" "I'm talkin' to you as I'd talk to myself.
The prominent Adam's apple rose and fell in Hardy's throat. "You're quite a joker, ain't you Calder? Who, for instance?" "Jim Silent." "This is like a story in a book," grinned Hardy. "Go on. I suppose I've been takin' Silent's money?" The answer came like the click of a cocked revolver. "You have!" "By God, Calder " "Steady! I have some promising evidence, partner.
The statesman had been foremost to urge the claim of William the Silent's son upon the stadholderate of Holland and Zeeland, and had been, as it were, the youth's political guardian. He had himself borne arms more than once before, having shouldered his matchlock under Batenburg, and marched on that officer's spirited but disastrous expedition for the relief of Haarlem.
This was open daylight in a room thronged with men, yet in it nothing seemed to live save the smile of Whistling Dan. He drew out the two revolvers and slipped them onto the bar. They stood unarmed, yet they seemed no less dangerous. Silent's arms crept closer to his sides. He seemed gathering himself by degrees.
In all these insane ravings, the demagogue was most ably seconded by the ex-monk. Incessant and unlicensed were the invectives hurled by Peter Dathenus from his pulpit upon William the Silent's head.
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