bert recognized in an instant the features of Alonzo de Rova! Immediately a plan formed itself in his mind.
“Jacqueline,” he whispered, “it is a big risk, but I’m going to take the chance! He half-promised to help me if ever I needed it. Now we will see! The yard is deserted and I will try to attract his attention.” Suiting the action to the word, he gave a low whistle, and the soldier looked up. Seeing this strange, horribly spotted face at the window, he uttered a startled exclamation:
“By St. Lawrence! what dost thou want with me? Art thou the plague-stricken boy Dirk Willumhoog is keeping for some unknown purpose?”
“Yes,” answered Gysbert in a low tone. “Dost thou not remember the little Glipper lad who drew thy portrait?”
“By the Pope! I do!” replied Alonzo. “Surely thou art not he!”
“I am,” said Gysbert. “Wilt thou help me? If so, ask to come up and see me.”
