If he was at Sevenbergen,' quoth I, 'and they sent the dwarf to him, it must have been to warn him we are after him.

He is leagues away by now,' quoth I.
Confound that chalk-faced girl! she has outwitted us bearded men; and so I told the burgomaster, but he would not hear reason.

A wet jerkin apiece, that is all we shall get, mates, by this job." Martin grinned coolly in Dierich's face.
"However," added the latter, "to content the burgomaster, we will search the house." Martin turned grave directly.
This change of countenance did not escape Dierich.

He reflected a moment.
"Watch outside two of you, one on each side of the house, that no one jump from the upper windows.

The rest come with me." And he took the candle and mounted the stairs, followed by three of his comrades.
Martin was left alone.
The stout soldier hung his head.