Now push this table, whilst I support the arm of your father." Rosa pushed the table, Cornelius placed the broken arm on it so as to make it flat, and with perfect skill set the bone, adjusted the splinters, and fastened the bandages.
At the last touch, the jailer fainted a second time.
"Go and fetch vinegar, mademoiselle," said Cornelius; "we will bathe his temples, and he will recover." But, instead of acting up to the doctor's prescription, Rosa, after having satisfied herself that her father was still unconscious, approached Cornelius and said,-- "Service for service, sir." "What do you mean, my pretty child ?" said Cornelius.
"I mean to say, sir, that the judge who is to examine you to-morrow has inquired to-day for the room in which you are confined, and, on being told that you are occupying the cell of Mynheer Cornelius de Witt, laughed in a very strange and very disagreeable manner, which makes me fear that no good awaits you." "But," asked Cornelius, "what harm can they do to me ?" "Look at that gibbet." "But I am not guilty," said Cornelius.
"Were they guilty whom you see down there gibbeted, mangled, and torn to pieces ?" "That's true," said Cornelius, gravely.
"And besides," continued Rosa, "the people want to find you guilty.

But whether innocent or guilty, your trial begins to-morrow, and the day after you will be condemned.

Matters are settled very quickly in these times." "Well, and what do you conclude from all this ?" "I conclude that I am alone, that I am weak, that my father is lying in a swoon, that the dog is muzzled, and that consequently there is nothing to prevent your making your escape.

Fly, then; that's what I mean." "What do you say ?" "I say that I was not able to save Mynheer Cornelius or Mynheer John de Witt, and that I should like to save you.

Only be quick; there, my father is regaining his breath, one minute more, and he will open his eyes, and it will be too late.