What they said, never will be disclosed. Unrecorded history, this! A furtive, hidden incident—who was there ever to record it? Did Stuyvesant think Turber some magician? Or just a rich adventurer?
A bargain was struck. From a bag Turber produced jewels. And coins, and chunks of gold. He piled them on the table in the candlelight. He and Stuyvesant drank from their goblets to seal the bargain. Stuyvesant gathered up the treasure and stuffed it in the pockets of his great-coat.
A bargain was struck with Peter Stuyvesant.
Turber came in to us. He bent down. "If you speak or move, I'll have them kill you now." He chuckled. "Say good-by to Nanette—quite a little fortune I paid for her, but she's worth it."
He lifted up Nanette. He untied her thongs. She cried out—just once.
"Don't be frightened, child. I won't hurt you."
Alan and I were straining at our bonds.