“Agreed,” said Ludwig and Lambert, but Jacob preferred to go with Peter. In vain Ben tried to persuade him to remain at the inn and rest. He declared that he never felt “petter,” and wished of all things to take a look at the city, for it was his first “stop mit Leyden.” “Oh, it will not harm him,” said Lambert. “How long the day has been--and what glorious sport we have had! It hardly seems possible that we left Broek only this morning.” Jacob yawned. “I have enjoyed it well,” he said, “but it seems to me at least a week since we started.” Carl laughed and muttered something about “twenty naps.” “Here we are at the corner. Remember, we all meet at the Red Lion at eight,” said the captain as he and Jacob walked away. The Red Lion Becomes Dangerous The boys were glad to find a blazing fire awaiting them upon their return to the Red Lion. Carl and his party were there first. Soon afterward Peter and Jacob came in. They had inquired in vain concerning Dr. Boekman. All they could ascertain was that he had been seen in Haarlem that morning. “As for his being in Leyden,” the landlord of the Golden Eagle had said to Peter, “the thing is impossible. He always lodges here when in town. By this time there would be a crowd at my door waiting to consult him. Bah! People make such fools of themselves!” “He is called a great surgeon,” said Peter. “Yes, the greatest in Holland. But what of that? What of being the greatest pill choker and knife slasher in the world? The man is a bear. Only last month on this very spot, he called me a PIG, before three customers!” “No!” exclaimed Peter, trying to look surprised and indignant. “Yes, master--A PIG,” repeated the landlord, puffing at his pipe with an injured air. “Bah! If he did not pay fine prices and bring customers to my house, I would sooner see him in the Vleit Canal than give him lodging.” Perhaps mine host felt that he was speaking too openly to a stranger, or it may be he saw a smile lurking in Peter’s face, for he added sharply, “Come, now, what more do you wish? Supper? Beds?” “No, mynheer, I am but searching for Dr. Boekman.” “Go find him. He is not in Leyden.” Peter was not to be put off so easily. He succeeded in obtaining permission to leave a note for the famous surgeon, or rather, he BOUGHT from his amiable landlord the privilege of writing it there, and a promise that it should be promptly delivered when Dr. Boekman arrived. This accomplished, Peter and Jacob returned to the Red Lion.