“We are not afraid,” said Cornelius calmly.
Van Bossi looked from one to the other.
“I wish you both out of this, Mynheeren,” he declared.
“Has any one been to the States?” cried John de Witt, walking up and down. “If they would let me out that I might speak to the States myself.”
He could not believe that the Assembly he had swayed for twenty years would be deaf to him.
“Have a little patience, Mynheer,” answered Van Bossi, “and I will speak to Van Ruysch, the colonel of the burghers, who is outside the door.”
“We thank you,” said Cornelius. “And, my friend, since my brother is like to be detained here will you send us some food?”
The man stared at him, confounded at his calm.
“It is past midday,” said John. “Bring us what you have.”