There was no light except that of the moon and, in the distance, they saw a watchman carrying a lantern and thumping upon the stones with a stout staff.
"It iss Andrius Tefft," said Mynheer Jacobus.

"He hass a strong arm und a head with but little in it.

It would be best that he know nothing of this, or he would surely muddle it." They drew back behind some shrubbery, and Andrius Tefft, night watchman, passed by without a suspicion that one of Albany's most respected citizens was hiding from him.

The light of his lantern faded in the distance, and the four proceeded rapidly towards the house of Hendrik Martinus, entering its grounds without hesitation and spreading in a circle about it.

Robert, who lurked behind a small clipped pine in the rear saw a door open, and a figure slip quietly out.