The old schoolmaster tried to comfort him, but Klaas still seemed to have something on his mind.
He had stolen Jan’s pears a fortnight ago, he told the schoolmaster at last.
The old man remained with him till a late hour, and then started homewards by the same way as he had come.
“Father, father!”
“What is it, Hannes?”
“I hear the gate creak.”
“So it does.... Your worship, here he comes back again.”
“Really? Yes, I see him.... Kobus, stand firm, my man. Let Hannes hold him fast by the legs. No, not yet—wait till he passes! Oh, do be careful! Look out for his weapons!”
“Hannes, be ready!”
“I’m quite ready, dad.”