One o'clock in the morning came, then two, then three, and Mynheer Jacobus, taking the stem of his pipe from his mouth, said: "I think it will not be long now before Tayoga iss here.

Long ago he hass either caught hiss man or hiss man hass got away, und he iss returning.

I see hiss shadow now in the shrubbery.

Let him in, Peter." Tayoga entered the room, breathing a little more quickly than usual, his dark eyes showing some disappointment.
"It wass not your fault that he got away, Tayoga," said Mynheer Jacobus soothingly.

"He had too long a start, und doubtless he was fleet of foot.