ow."

They went to the washerwoman's, delivered the bundle, and then returned
on board, when the whole crew were informed of the success of the
expedition, and appeared quite satisfied that there was an end of the
detested cur; all but Coble, who shook his head.

"We shall see," says he; "but I'm blessed if I don't expect the cur back
to-morrow morning."

We must now return to Vanslyperken, who left the public house in a state
of consternation. "How could she possibly know anything about it?"
exclaimed he. "My life in the power of that she-devil!" And
Vanslyperken walked on, turning over the affair in his mind. "I have
gone too far to retreat now. I must either go on, or fly the country.
Fly--where? What a fool have I been!" but then Vanslyperken thought of
the money. "No, no, not a fool, but I am very unfortunate."
Vanslyperken continued his route, until it at last occurred to him that
he would go to the Jew Lazarus, and speak with him; for, thought
Vanslyperken, if all is discovered, they may think that I have informed,
and then my life will be sought by both parties. Vanslyperken arrived
at the Jew's abode, knocked softly, but received no answer: he knocked
again, louder; a bustle and confusion was heard inside, and at last the
door, with the chain fixed, was opened a couple of inches, and the Jew
stammered out, "Wot vash there at this late hour of the night?"

"It is me, the lieutenant of the cutter," replied Vanslyperken. "I must
speak with you directly."

The door was opened, several figures, and the clatter of arms, were
heard in the dark passage, and as soon as Vanslyperken had entered it
was relocked, and he was left in the dark.

In a minute the Jew, in a woollen wrapper, made his appearance with a
light, and led Vanslyperken into the room where he had been shown
before. "Now then, Mishter Leeftenant, vat vash de matter?"

"We are discovered, I'm afraid!" exclaimed Vanslyperken.

"Holy father Abraham!" exclaimed the Jew, starting back. "But tell me
vy you shay sho."

"A woman told me this night that she knew why I came to your house--that
I was in her power."

"Vat woman?"

"A hell-cat, who hates me as she does the devil."

"A hell-cat vould not hate de divil," slowly observed the Jew.

"Well, perhaps not; but she will ruin me if she can."

"Vat vash her name?" said Lazarus.

"Moggy Salisbury."

"Paah! is dat all? vy, my good friend, she is one of us. Dere, you may
go vay--you