Then the outlines of a gigantic human figure, a man tall and immensely stout, were disclosed.

He wore a black suit with knee breeches, thick stockings and buckled shoes, and his powdered hair was tied in a queue.

His eyes, dazzled at first by the light from without, began to twinkle as he looked.

Then a great blaze of joy swept over his face, and he held out two fat hands, one to the white youth and one to the red.
"Ah, it iss you, Robert, you scapegrace, and it iss you, Tayoga, you wild Onondaga! It iss a glad day for me that you haf come, but I thought you both dead, und well you might be, reckless, thoughtless lads who haf not the thought uf the future in your minds." Robert shook the fat hand in both of his and laughed.
"You are the same as of old, Mynheer Jacobus," he said, "and before Tayoga and I saw you, but while we heard you, we agreed that there had been no change, and that we did not want any." "And why should I change, you two young rascals?
Am I not goot enough as I am?
Haf I not in the past given the punishment to both uf you und am I not able to do it again, tall and strong as the two uf you haf grown?
Ah, such foolish lads! Perhaps you haf been spared because pity wass taken on your foolishness.

But iss it Mynheer Willet beyond you?
That iss a man of sense." "It's none other than Dave, Mynheer Jacobus," said Robert.
"Then why doesn't he come in ?" exclaimed Mynheer Jacobus Huysman.