“That sounds better,” said Martin, shutting his mouth. “Tell me about it, Master Foy, while I pull on my jerkin.”
So Foy told him as much as he could in two minutes.
“Yes, it sounds well,” commented Martin, critically. “If I know anything of those Spaniards, we shan’t get back to Leyden without something happening. But I don’t like that bit about the women; as likely as not they will spoil everything.”
Then he accompanied Foy to the upper room, and there received his instructions from Dirk with a solemn and unmoved countenance.
“Are you listening?” asked Dirk, sharply. “Do you understand?”
“I think so, master,” replied Martin. “Hear;” and he repeated sentence by sentence every word that had fallen from Dirk’s lips, for when he chose to use it Martin’s memory was good. “One or two questions, master,” he said. “This stuff must be brought through at all hazards?”
“At all hazards,” answered Dirk.
“And if we cannot bring it through, it must be hidden in the best way possible?”
“Yes.”
“And if people should try to interfere with us, I understand that we must fight?”