"He is a great white chief, three hundred pounds of greatness." They stopped before one of the largest of the brick houses, standing on one of the widest and neatest of the lawns, and Robert and Tayoga, entering the portico, knocked upon the door with a heavy brass knocker.

They heard presently the rattle of chains inside, and the rumble of a deep, grumbling voice.

Then the two lads looked at each other and laughed, laughed in the careless, joyous way in which youth alone can laugh.
"It is he, Mynheer Jacobus himself, come to let us in," said Robert.
"And he has not changed at all," said Tayoga.

"We can tell that by the character of his voice on the other side of the door." "And I would not have him changed." "Nor would I." The door was thrown open, but as all the windows were closed there was yet gloom inside.

Presently something large, red and shining emerged from the dusk and two beams of light in the center of the redness played upon them.