"One struck a Spaniard down and, in the midst of the battle, took off his red breeches and pulled them on his own legs." "I know the man," added the landlord, "his name is Van Keulen; there he sits yonder over his beer, telling the people all sorts of queer stories.

A fellow with a face like a satyr.

We have no lack of comfort yet! Remember Chevraux' defeat, and the Beggars' victory at Vlissingen on the Scheldt." "To brave Admiral Boisot and the gallant Beggar troops!" cried Captain Van der Laen, touching glasses with Colonel Mulder.

The latter turned with upraised beaker towards the Thuringian and, as the Junker who had relapsed into his reverie, did not notice the movement, irritably exclaimed: "Well, Herr Dornburg, you require a long time to pledge a man." Georg started and answered hastily: "Pledge?
Oh! yes.Pledge.I pledge you, Colonel!" With these words he raised the goblet, drained it at a single draught, made the nail test and replaced it on the table.
"Well done!" cried the old man; and Herr Aquanus said: "He learned that at the University; studying makes people thirsty." As he uttered the words, he cast a friendly glance of anxiety at the young German, and then looked towards the door, through which Wilhelm had just entered the Angulus.

The landlord went to meet him and whispered: "I don't like the German nobleman's appearance.