CHAPTER XIV
As if this had been a concerted signal, the back door was struck as rudely the next instant. They were hemmed in. But at these alarming sounds Margaret seemed to recover some share of self-possession. She whispered, “Say he was here, but is gone.” And with this she seized Gerard and almost dragged him up the rude steps that led to her father's sleeping-room. Her own lay next beyond it.
The blows on the door were repeated.
“Who knocks at this hour?”
“Open, and you will see!”
“I open not to thieves—honest men are all abed now.”
“Open to the law, Martin Wittenhaagen, or you shall rue it.”
“Why, that is Dirk Brower's voice, I trow. What make you so far from Tergou?”
“Open, and you will know.”