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You will warn the British officers that a French spy is here. I read it in your face at the race today, and moreover, I know you better than you know yourself. I know, too, more about you than you know about yourself. Did I not warn you in New York to beware of Mynheer Adrian Van Zoon?" "You did, and I know that you meant me well." "And what happened?"
Fil was quite a good little actress, and produced what she considered her pièce de résistance. She had spent her summer holidays in Somerset, and had there picked up a local ballad which dealt with the legend in dialect. She brought out a verse of it now with great effect: "Cusn't ee zee the ca-akes, man? And cusn't ee zee 'em burrn? I'se warrant ee eat 'em fast enough, Zoon as it be ee turn!"
Whatever the man was he had striven to keep him alive, and at the last the captain had shown desire to undo some of the evil that he had done to him. And so it was Adrian Van Zoon who wished to put him out of the way. He had suspected that before, in fact he had been convinced of it, and now the truth of it had been told to him by another. But, why? The mystery was as deep as ever.
If you'll b'lieve me, Miss Ruby's been to Plymouth 'pon her zavings an' come back wi' vifteen pound' worth of valse teeth in her jaws, which, as I zaid, 'You must excoose my plain speakin', but they've a-broadened your mouth, Miss Ruby, an' I laiked 'ee better as you was bevore. 'Never mind, her zays, 'I can chow. There now, Charley zimme I've been doing arl the tarlk, an' thy mother'll be waitin' wi' dree-score o' questions, zoon as I gets whome.
Mynheer Van Zoon laughed and seemed not at all offended. "The answer of a lad, and a proper one for a lad," he said. "'Tis well to be loyal to one's friends, and I must admit, too, that Mr. Hardy is a man of many high qualities, a fact that a rivalry in business extending over many years, has proved to me. He and I cannot become friends, but I do respect him."
They're especial friends of mine, and I shall do the best I can for them, even though my mercantile rivalry with you absorbs, of necessity, so much of my energy." Van Zoon smiled sourly, and then Robert liked him less than ever. "The times are full of danger," he said, "and one must watch to keep his own." He bowed, and turned to other acquaintances, evidently relieved at parting with them.
Luc and his faith in him he dismissed it as an impossibility. If Van Zoon had wished his death he would not have been taken out of the river. He must seek elsewhere the reason of his present state. He listened attentively, and it seemed to him that the creaking and groaning of the cordage increased.
He has been for years in the care of David Willet, whom you have met in other and different times. Robert, Mynheer Van Zoon is one of our greatest merchants, and one of my most active rivals." Robert was about to extend his hand, but noticing that Mynheer Van Zoon did not offer his he withheld his own. The merchant's face, in truth, had turned to deeper red than usual, and his eyes lowered.
"Do you feel any swelling, myn lief zoon?" asked old Josyna, trying to remove his hand. "Swelling!" ejaculated Blaize, "there's a tumour as big as an egg." "Is id possible?" exclaimed Josyna, in great alarm. "Do let me look ad id." "No, no, leave me alone," rejoined Blaize. "Don't disturb me further. You will catch the distemper if you touch the sore."
Pierre Boucher was the man's name, and never was a death more deserved." "Willet is a marvel with the sword." "You knew him in his youth, Mynheer Van Zoon?" "I did not say that. It is possible that I was thinking of some one who had talked to me about him. But, whatever thought may have been in my mind, David Willet and I are not likely to tread the same path.
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