Hans spoke again. "Go to Madame Fontan in Three Points," he said to Baptiste. "Tell her that I, Hans Van Doorst, said that you are to have the nets you need. If she has not enough woven, get them elsewhere. Madame LeDou makes excellent seines and gill nets. Go to the store for the rope you need, and tell them I will pay for everything. We ourselves will come to help you drive new spiles and make new sets."
"It is good of you," Baptiste's face was still flaming with rage, "but we cannot let the matter rest there."
"Nor can we," Hans' tone was calm and reasoning, "go about shooting people when we do not know who to shoot."
"Pah! I know! It is Devil Chad!"
"Have you proof of that?"
"The proof is self-evident. Who but Devil Chad would dare do such a thing?"
"Did you see him?"
"Does one see the wise fox when he comes in the night to steal a fat goose? No, I did not see him."
"Listen, my friend. Listen carefully. If this sort of piracy has been started and we do not end it, we are lost. But ours will be a small triumph if all of us get ourselves hanged. We must proceed with caution."
"I do not like caution."