driver was no longer urging his horses with the same degree of confidence.
Moreover, as John de Witte put his head out of the carriage window, he was seen and recognized by a brewer, who, being behind his companions, was just shutting his door in all haste to join them at the Buytenhof. He uttered a cry of surprise, and ran after two other men before him, whom he overtook about a hundred yards farther on, and told them what he had seen. The three men then stopped, looking after the carriage, being however not yet quite sure as to whom it contained.
The carriage in the meanwhile arrived at the Tol-Hek.
“Open!” cried the coachman.
“Open!” echoed the gatekeeper, from the threshold of his lodge; “it’s all very well to say Open! but what am I to do it with?”
“With the key, to be sure!” said the coachman.
“With the key! Oh, yes! but if you have not got it?”
“How is that? Have not you got the key?” asked the coachman.
“No, I haven’t.”
“What has become of it?”
“Well, they have taken it from me.”
“Who?”
“Some one, I dare say, who had a mind that no one should leave the town.”
“My good man,” said the Grand Pensionary, putting out his head from the window, and risking all for gaining all; “my good man, it is for me, John de Witte, and for my brother Cornelius, who I am taking away into exile.”
“Oh, Mynheer de Witte! I am indeed very much
