"And the horses?" "In the shed behind the hut." "Look after them well, Jan: we may want to use them again to-morrow." "They shall be well looked after, my lord." "And you have placed the sentry outside the hut?" "Two men in the front and two in the rear, as you have commanded, my lord." Stoutenburg drew a deep breath of satisfaction: but anxiety seemed to have exhausted him, for now that his questions had been clearly answered, he sank into a chair. "All well, Nicolaes," he said more calmly as he placed a re-assuring hand upon his friend's shoulder. But Nicolaes groaned aloud. "Would to God," he said, "that all were well!" Smothering an impatient retort Stoutenburg once more turned to Jan. "And what news of the foreigner?" he queried eagerly. "We have got him, my lord," replied Jan. "By G--d!" exclaimed Stoutenburg, "how did you do it?" His excitement was at fever pitch now. He was leaning forward, and his attitude was one of burning expectancy. His hollow eyes were fixed upon Jan's lips as if they would extract from them the glad news which they held. Whatever weakness there was in Stoutenburg's nature, one thing in him was strong--and that was hatred. He could hate with an intensity of passion worthy of a fine cause. He hated the Stadtholder first, and secondly the nameless adventurer who had humiliated him and forced him to lick the dust: wounded in his vanity and in his arrogance he was consumed with an inordinate desire for revenge. The hope that this revenge was now at last in sight--that the man whom he hated so desperately was now in his power--almost caused the light of mania to dance in his glowing eyes. "How did you do it, Jan?" he reiterated hoarsely. "It was not far from the molens," said Jan simply, "until then he gave us the slip, though we spied him just outside Delft on our way to Rotterdam this morning. My impression is that he went back to Rotterdam then, and that he followed the jongejuffrouw's sledge practically all the way. Close to the molens he was forced to draw a little nearer as it was getting very dark and probably he did not know his way about. I am convinced that he wished to ascertain exactly whither we were taking the jongejuffrouw. At any rate, I and some of our fellows who had lagged in the rear caught sight of him then...." "And you seized him?" cried Stoutenburg with exultant joy. "He was alone, my lord," replied Jan with a placid smile, "and there were seven of us at the time. Two or three of the men, though, are even now nursing unpleasant wounds. I myself fared rather badly with a bruised head and half-broken collar-bone.... The man is a demon for fighting, but there were seven of us." "Well done, Jan!" cried Beresteyn now, for Stoutenburg had become speechless with the delight of this glorious news; "and what did you do with the rogue?"