“Her father sent her there to her relative, Pieter Kies.”
“Haarlem!” The painter is transfixed with horror. “It is almost now surrounded!” he groans. “Haarlem! it is the town Alva has sworn to let no living man, woman nor child escape from. Haarlem! Haarlem! My God! Is she still there?”
“I don’t know. I left her there, safe and happy waiting for you—her last words were of you.”
“Haarlem! we must get there. We must try to save [[172]]her. It is especially decreed that all refugees there shall have the torture as well as death. My Mina is a refugee. Help me, Englishman—you put my love into the fire—help me draw her forth!” moans Oliver, in almost unreasoning anguish.
“Don’t reproach me,” mutters Guy. “I did the best I could for her. But I’ll help you get her out—with my life I’ll help you get her out.”
“God bless you,” cries Oliver. “And your crew?”
“They follow me.”
“God bless them!”
Then forgetting his treasure and turning once more his back upon his love he hungers for, Guy departs with his painter friend, who has now become a warrior, upon their errand of rescue that to succeed must be immediate.
Dalton remarks to Guy as he receives orders to hoist the anchor and sail for the North: “This is hardly fair to those who assisted you with money, Captain Chester.”