"My life on't he was there all the time.

Looked ye under the girl's bed ?" "No; there was no room for a man there." "How know ye that, if ye looked not ?" snarled Ghysbrecht.

"Ye should have looked under her bed, and in it too, and sounded all the panels with your knives.

Come, now, get up, and I shall show ye how to search." Dierich Brower got up and shook himself.

"If you find him, call me a horse and no man." In a few minutes Peter's house was again surrounded.
The fiery old man left his mule in the hands of Jorian Ketel, and, with Dierich Brower and the others, entered the house.
The house was empty.
Not a creature to be seen, not even Peter.