"But, Mynheer, I am the Company's supercargo. I order you--I will have one--refuse if you dare." "I dare, and do refuse," replied the captain, taking his pipe out of his mouth. "Well, well," replied Mynheer Von Stroom, who now lost all presence of mind--"we will, sir as soon as we arrive--Lord help us!--we are lost. O Lord! O Lord!" And here Mynheer Von Stroom, not knowing why, hurried down to the cabin, and in his haste tumbled over the bear Johannes, who crossed his path, and in his fall his hat and flowing wig parted company with his head. "O mercy! where am I? Help--help here! for the Company's honourable supercargo!" "Cast off there in the boats, and come on board," cried Mynheer Kloots; "we have no time to spare. Quick now, Philip, put in the compass, the water, and the biscuit; we must leave her in five minutes." So appalling was the roar of the breakers, that it was with difficulty that the orders could be heard. In the meantime Mynheer Von Stroom lay upon the deck, kicking, sprawling, and crying for help. "There is a light breeze off the shore," cried Philip, holding up his hand. "There is, but I'm afraid it is too late. Hand the things into the boats, and be cool, my men. We have yet a chance of saving her, if the wind freshens." They were now so near to the breakers that they felt the swell in which the vessel lay becalmed turned over here and there on its long line, but the breeze freshened, and the vessel was stationary! the men were all in the boats, with the exception of Mynheer Kloots, the mates, and Mynheer Von Stroom. "She goes through the water now," said Philip. "Yes, I think we shall save her," replied the captain: "steady as you go, Hillebrant," continued he to the first mate, who was at the helm. "We leave the breakers now--only let the breeze hold ten minutes." The breeze was steady, the _Ter Schilling_ stood off from the land, again it fell calm, and again she was swept towards the breakers; at last the breeze came off strong, and the vessel cleaved through the water. The men were called out of the boats; Mynheer Von Stroom was picked up along with his hat and wig, carried into the cabin, and in less than an hour the _Ter Schilling_ was out of danger. "Now we will hoist up the boats," said Mynheer Kloots, "and let us all, before we lie down to sleep, thank God for our deliverance." During that night the _Ter Schilling_ made an offing of twenty miles, and then stood to the southward; towards the morning the wind again fell, and it was nearly calm. Mynheer Kloots had been on deck about an hour, and had been talking with Hillebrant upon the danger of the evening, and the selfishness and pusillanimity of Mynheer Von Stroom, when a loud noise was heard in the poop-cabin. "What can that be?" said the captain; "has the good man lost his senses from the fright? Why, he is knocking the cabin to pieces." At this moment the servant of the supercargo ran out of the cabin.