“They are to be trusted,” said Van der Werff, “firmly trusted.”

“And because I know them,” cried Van Hout, “we shall conquer, with God’s assistance, come what may.”  Janus Dousa had been looking into his glass.  Now he raised his head and with a hasty gesture, said: 

“Strange that those who toil for existence with their hands, and whose uncultured brains only move when their daily needs require it, are most ready to sacrifice the little they possess, for spiritual blessings.”

“Yes,” said the pastor, “the kingdom of heaven stands open to the simple-hearted.  It is strange that the poor and unlearned value religion, liberty and their native land far more than the perishable gifts of this world, the golden calf around which the generations throng.”

“My companions are not flattered to-day,” replied Dirk Smaling; “but I beg you to remember in our favor, that we are playing a great and dangerous game, and property-holders must supply the lion’s share of the stake.”

“By no means,” retorted Van Hout, “the highest stake for which the die will be cast is life, and this has the same value to rich and poor.  Those who will hold back—­I think I know them—­have no plain motto or sign, but a proud escutcheon over their doors.  Let us wait.”

“Yes, let us wait,” said Van der Werff; “but there are more important matters to be considered now.  Day after to-morrow will be Ascension Day, when the bells will ring for the great fair.  More than one foreign trader and traveller has passed through the gates yesterday and the day before.  Shall we order the booths to be set up, or have the fair deferred until some other time?  If the enemy hastens his march, there will be great confusion, and we shall perhaps throw a rich prize into his hands.  Pray give me your opinion, gentlemen.”

“The traders ought to be protected from loss and the fair postponed,” said Dirk Smaling.

“No,” replied Van Hout, “for if this prohibition is issued, we shall deprive the small merchants of considerable profit and prematurely damp their courage.”

“Let them have their festival,” cried Janus Dousa.  “We mustn’t do coming trouble the favor of spoiling the happy present on its account.  If you want to act wisely, follow the advice of Horace.”

“The Bible also teaches that ’sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof,’” added the pastor, and Captain Allertssohn exclaimed: 

“On my life, yes!  My soldiers, the city-guard and volunteers must have their parade.  Marching in full uniform, with all their weapons, while beautiful eyes smile upon them, the old wave greetings, and children run before with exultant shouts, a man learns to feel himself a soldier for the first time.”