“Vat’s dat?” asked Ten Eyck.
“You go and see,” replied Paul.
“I’ll see you in—Amsterdam first,” answered the other, stoutly. “You go, Hans Drinker.”
“I won’t,” said Hans. He lighted his pipe, and sat down to smoke. Paul and Ten Eyck followed his example.
The ripping of boards continued, and something could be heard dropping upon the floor above.
“Something cooms into dis ’ous’,” quoth Hans, taking his pipe from his mouth to say it.
“Dink so myself,” rejoined Paul.
“Yaw, den vas shall happen?”
“You go see.”
“Nix—nay—no! You go, Ten Eyck.”