THE worthy physician went home and told his housekeeper he was in agony from "a bad burn." Those were the words.For in phlogistic as in other things, we cauterize our neighbour's digits, but burn our own fingers.His housekeeper applied some old women's remedy mild as milk.He submitted like a lamb to her experience: his sole object in the case of this patient being cure: meantime he made out his bill for broken phials, and took measures to have the travellers imprisoned at once.He made oath before a magistrate that they, being strangers and indebted to him, meditated instant flight from the township.
Alas! it was his unlucky day.His sincere desire and honest endeavour to perjure himself were baffled by a circumstance he had never foreseen nor indeed thought possible.
He had spoken the truth.
And IN AN AFFIDAVIT!
The officers, on reaching "The Silver Lion, found the birds were flown.
They went down to the river, and from intelligence they received there, started up the bank in hot pursuit.
This temporary escape the friends owed to Denys's good sense and observation.After a peal of laughter, that it was a cordial to hear, and after venting his watchword three times, he turned short grave, and told Gerard Dusseldorf was no place for them."That old fellow," said he, "went off unnaturally silent for such a babbler:
we are strangers here; the bailiff is his friend: in five minutes we shall lie in a dungeon for assaulting a Dusseldorf dignity, are you strong enough to hobble to the water's edge? it is hard by.
Once there you have but to lie down in a boat instead of a bed;and what is the odds?"
"The odds, Denys? untold, and all in favour of the boat.I pine for Rome; for Rome is my road to Sevenbergen; and then we shall lie in the boat, but ON the Rhine, the famous Rhine; the cool, refreshing Rhine.I feel its breezes coming: the very sight will cure a little hop-'o-my-thumb fever like mine; away! away!"Finding his excitable friend in this mood, Denys settled hastily with the landlord, and they hurried to the river.On inquiry they found to their dismay that the public boat was gone this half hour, and no other would start that day, being afternoon.By dint, however, of asking a great many questions, and collecting a crowd, they obtained an offer of a private boat from an old man and his two sons.
This was duly ridiculed by a bystander."The current is too strong for three oars.""Then my comrade and I will help row," said the invalid.
"No need," said the old man."Bless your silly heart, he owns t'other boat."There was a powerful breeze right astern; the boatmen set a broad sail, and rowing also, went off at a spanking rate.
"Are ye better, lad, for the river breeze?""Much better.But indeed the doctor did me good.""The doctor? Why, you would none of his cures.""No, but I mean - you will say I am nought - but knocking the old fool down - somehow - it soothed me.""Amiable dove! how thy little character opens more and more every day, like a rosebud.I read thee all wrong at first.""Nay, Denys, mistake me not, neither.I trust I had borne with his idle threats, though in sooth his voice went through my poor ears;but he was an infidel, or next door to one, and such I have been taught to abhor.Did he not as good as say, we owed our inward parts to men with long Greek names, and not to Him, whose name is but a syllable, but whose hand is over all the earth? Pagan!""So you knocked him down forthwith - like a good Christian.""Now, Denys, you will still be jesting.Take not an ill man's part.Had it been a thunderbolt from Heaven, he had met but his due; yet he took but a sorry bolster from this weak arm.""What weak arm?" inquired Denys, with twinkling eyes."I have lived among arms, and by Samson's hairy pow never saw I one more like a catapult.The bolster wrapped round his nose and the two ends kissed behind his head, and his forehead resounded, and had he been Goliath, or Julius Caesar, instead of an old quacksalver, down he had gone.St.Denys guard me from such feeble opposites as thou! and above all from their weak arms -thou diabolical young hypocrite."The river took many turns, and this sometimes brought the wind on their side instead of right astern.Then they all moved to the weather side to prevent the boat heeling over too much all but a child of about five years old, the grandson of the boatman, and his darling; this urchin had slipped on board at the moment of starting, and being too light to affect the boat's trim, was above, or rather below, the laws of navigation.
They sailed merrily on, little conscious that they were pursued by a whole posse of constables armed with the bailiff's writ, and that their pursuers were coming up with them; for if the wind was strong, so was the current.
