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"When we are so very close-hauled," observed Mynheer Barentz, "the Vrow does not do so well; but a point free, and then you will see how she will show her stern to the whole fleet. She is a fine vessel, Mynheer Vanderdecken, is she not?" "A very fine, roomy vessel," replied Philip, which was all that in conscience, he could say.
I presume it is because they look up to us for protection, and where can they be better assured of it, than with a man who wears a sword at his thigh. Come, signors, we will drink her health. Here's to the beautiful Amine Vanderdecken." "To the beautiful Amine Vanderdecken," cried Krantz, tossing off his wine. "To the beautiful Amine Vanderdecken," followed Philip.
After a short interval, Philip Vanderdecken returned to the bedside of his mother, whom he found much better; and the neighbours, having their own affairs to attend to, left them alone. Exhausted with the loss of blood, the poor woman slumbered for many hours, during which she never let go the hand of Philip, who watched her breathing in mournful meditation.
"I will come yes, most certainly," replied Poots, who spoke the language but imperfectly; "but Mynheer Vanderdecken, who will pay me?" "Pay you! my uncle will, directly that he comes home." "Your uncle de Skipper Van Brennen: no, he owes me four guilders, and he has owed me for a long time. Besides, his ship may sink."
The sound of talking soon ceased, for many returned to their berths, and we heard nothing but the clanking of the ropes upon the masts, and the bursting of the billows ahead, as the vessel successively took the seas. But after a considerable interval of darkness, gleams of lightning began to reappear. Tom Willis suddenly called out, "Vanderdecken, again! Vanderdecken, again!
Amine appeared more calm than any, not excepting Philip; she surveyed the vessel as it slowly forced its way through; she beheld the seamen on board of her coolly leaning over her gunwale, as if deriding the destruction they had occasioned; she looked for Vanderdecken himself, and on the poop of the vessel, with his trumpet under his arm, she beheld the image of her Philip the same hardy, strong build the same features about the same age apparently there could be no doubt it was the doomed Vanderdecken!
And Amine muttered words, which were unintelligible, and threw into the chafing dish the other half of the paper with the characters she had written down. "Say now, Pedro, Philip Vanderdecken, appear." "Philip Vanderdecken, appear!" responded the boy, trembling. "Tell me what thou seest, Pedro tell me true?" said Amine, anxiously. "Be not alarmed, Pedro, you shall have sweetmeats directly.
Philip Vanderdecken sat down at the porch of the door; he swept his hair from his forehead, which he exposed to the fanning of the breeze; for the continued excitement of the last three days had left a fever on his brain which made him restless and confused. He longed for repose, but he knew that for him there was no rest.
We have been long here beating about: but we must see our friends again." The chaplain asked the stranger, "How long have you been at sea?" He replied, "We have lost our count; for our almanac was blown overboard. Our ship, you see, is there still; so why should you ask how long we have been at sea; for Vanderdecken only wishes to write home and comfort his friends."
"The dullest old rotten tub," cried one of the seamen. "What!" cried the captain, "what do I hear? Mynheer Vanderdecken, confine that lying rascal for mutiny." "Pooh! nonsense! he's mad," replied the old seaman. "Never mind him; come, Mynheer Vanderdecken, we will obey you; but the helm must be up immediately."
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