The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. The gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman _can_ cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. Putting his own construction upon this mute interchange of opinions, Jonathan ventured to observe, that it certainly was a very perplexing case, but that he thought something _might_ be made of it, and, if left to him, he would undertake to manage the matter to the Master's entire satisfaction. “Ja, ja, Muntmeester,” said the Dutchman, removing the pipe from his mouth, and speaking in a deep and guttural voice, “leave the affair to Johannes. He'll settle it bravely. And let ush go back to our brandewyn, and hollandsche genever. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died. Myn Got! hanging runs in some families, Muntmeester. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it--gout--haw! haw!” “If the child _is_ destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok,” replied the Master, joining in the laugh, “it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain; but, in regard to going back empty-handed,” continued he, altering his tone, and assuming a dignified air, “it's quite out of the question. With Baptist Kettleby, to engage in a matter is to go through with it. Besides, this is an affair which no one but myself can settle. Common offences may be decided upon by deputy; but outrages perpetrated by men of rank, as these appear to be, must be judged by the Master of the Mint in person. These are the decrees of the Island of Bermuda, and I will never suffer its excellent laws to be violated. Gentlemen of the Mint,” added he, pointing with his truncheon towards Mrs. Sheppard's house, “forward!” “Hurrah!” shouted the mob, and the whole phalanx was put in motion in that direction. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. “Let us in,” said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, “or we'll force an entrance.”