As if this had been a concerted signal, the back door was struck as rudely the next instant.They were hemmed in.But at these alarming sounds Margaret seemed to recover some share of self-possession.She whispered, "Say he was here, but is gone."And with this she seized Gerard and almost dragged him up the rude steps that led to her father's sleeping-room.Her own lay next beyond it.
The blows on the door were repeated.
"Who knocks at this hour?"
"Open, and you will see!"
"I open not to thieves - honest men are all abed now.""Open to the law, Martin Wittenhaagen, or you shall rue it.""Why, that is Dirk Brower's voice, I trow.What make you so far from Tergou?""Open, and you will know."
Martin drew the bolt very slowly, and in rushed Dierich and four more.They let in their companion who was at the back door.
"Now, Martin, where is Gerard Eliassoen?""Gerard Eliassoen? Why, he was here but now!""Was here?" Dierich's countenance fell."And where is he now?""They say he has gone to Italy.Why, what is to do?""No matter.When did he go? Tell me not that he went in such a storm as this!""Here is a coil about Gerard Eliassoen," said Martin contemptuously.Then he lighted the candle, and seating himself coolly by the fire, proceeded to whip some fine silk round his bow-string at the place where the nick of the arrow frets it.
"I'll tell you," said he carelessly."Know you his brother Giles?
- a little misbegotten imp, all head and arms? Well, he came tearing over here on a mule, and bawled out something, I was too far off to hear the creature's words, but only its noise.Any way, he started Gerard.For as soon as he was gone, there was such crying and kissing, and then Gerard went away.They do tell me he has gone to Italy - mayhap you know where that is, for I don't."Dierich's countenance fell lower and lower at this account.There was no flaw in it, A cunninger man than Martin would perhaps have told a lie too many and raised suspicion.But Martin did his task well.He only told the one falsehood he was bade to tell, and of his own head invented nothing.
"Mates," said Dierich, "I doubt he speaks sooth.I told the burgomaster how 'twould be.He met the dwarf galloping Peter Buyskens's mule from Sevenbergen.'They have sent that imp to Gerard,' says he, "'so, then, Gerard is at Sevenbergen.' 'Ah, master!' says I, ''tis too late now.We should have thought of Sevenbergen before, instead of wasting our time hunting all the odd corners of Tergou for those cursed parchments that we shall never find till we find the man that took 'em.If he was at Sevenbergen,' quoth I, 'and they sent the dwarf to him, it must have been to warn him we are after him.He is leagues away by now,' quoth I.Confound that chalk-faced girl! she has outwitted us bearded men; and so I told the burgomaster, but he would not hear reason.A wet jerkin apiece, that is all we shall get, mates, by this job."Martin grinned coolly in Dierich's face.
"However," added the latter, "to content the burgomaster, we will search the house."Martin turned grave directly.
This change of countenance did not escape Dierich.He reflected a moment.
"Watch outside two of you, one on each side of the house, that no one jump from the upper windows.The rest come with me."And he took the candle and mounted the stairs, followed by three of his comrades.
Martin was left alone.
The stout soldier hung his head.All had gone so well at first;and now this fatal turn! Suddenly it occurred to him that all was not yet lost.Gerard must be either in Peter's room or Margaret's;they were not so very high from the ground.Gerard would leap out.
Dierich had left a man below; but what then? For half a minute Gerard and he would be two to one, and in that brief space, what might not be done?
Martin then held the back door ajar and watched.The light shone in Peter's room."Curse the fool!" said he, "is he going to let them take him like a girl?"The light now passed into Margaret's bedroom.Still no window was opened.Had Gerard intended to escape that way, he would not have waited till the men were in the room.Martin saw that at once, and left the door, and came to the foot-stair and listened.
