"Thank you, mynheer."
"Now, captain," shouted Carl, anxious to appear as good-humored as possible, by way of atonement, "here we are in the midst of Haarlem, and no word from you yet—we await your orders, and we're as hungry as wolves."
Peter made a cheerful answer, and turned hurriedly to Hans.
"Come get something to eat, and I will detain you no longer."
What a quick, wistful look Hans threw upon him! Peter wondered that he had not noticed before that the poor boy was hungry.
"Ah, mynheer, even now the mother may need me, the father may be worse—I must not wait—May God care for you"—and, nodding hastily, Hans turned his face homeward and was gone.
"Come, boys," sighed Peter, "now for our tiffin!"