. Hans Brinker; or, The silver skates .. . rl certainly was notamong them. Oh! cried Ludwig, frightened at last, where is he?Perhaps hes had a fight with the robber, and got killed. Not a bit of it, said Peter quietly, as he buttoned hisstout jacket. Look under the beds. They did so. Carl was not there. Just then they heard a commotion on the stairway. Benhastened to open the door. The landlord almost tumbled in:he vvas armed with a big blunderbuss. Two or three lodgersfollowed; then the daughter, with an upraised frying-panin one hand, and a candle in the other; and behind her, look-ing pale
. Hans Brinker; or, The silver skates .. . rl certainly was notamong them. Oh! cried Ludwig, frightened at last, where is he?Perhaps hes had a fight with the robber, and got killed. Not a bit of it, said Peter quietly, as he buttoned hisstout jacket. Look under the beds. They did so. Carl was not there. Just then they heard a commotion on the stairway. Benhastened to open the door. The landlord almost tumbled in:he vvas armed with a big blunderbuss. Two or three lodgersfollowed; then the daughter, with an upraised frying-panin one hand, and a candle in the other; and behind her, look-ing pale and frightened, the gallant Carl. Theres your man, mine host, said Peter, nodding tOward the prisoner. Mine host raised his blunderbuss; the girl screamed; andJacob, more nimble than usual, rolled quickly from the rob-bers back. Dont fire! cried Peter: he is tied hand and foot. Letsroll him over, and see what he looks like. Carl stepped briskly forward, with a blustering, turn him over in a way he wont like. Lucky wevecaught him!. H t/5 o X z — S P O - OR, THE SILVER SKATES 135 Ha, ha! laughed Ludwfg: where were you, MasterCarl? Where was I? retorted Carl angrily. Why, I wentto give the alarm, to be sure. All the boys exchanged glances; but they were too happyand elated to say any thing ill-natured. Carl certainly wasbold enough now. He took the lead, while three othersaided him in turning the helpless man. While the robber lay, face up, scowling and muttering^Ludwig took the candlestick from the girls hand. I must have a good look at the beauty, he said, drawingcloser; but the words were no sooner spoken than he turnedpale, and started so violently, that he almost dropped thecandle. The voetspoelen! he cried. Why, boys, its the manwho sat by the fire! Of course, it is, answered Peter. We counted ourmoney before him like simpletons. But what have we to dowith voetspoelen. Brother Ludwig? A month in jail is pun-ishment enough. The landlords daughter had left the room.
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