's right, lad, set it down.
Figgs! Wiggs! Alack! Alack!" added Raff in great dismay, "it's gone
again!"

"All right, Father," said Hans, "the name's down now in black and white.
Here, look at it, father; mayhap the rest will come to you. If we had
the place as well, it would be complete!" Then turning to Peter, he said
in a low tone, "I have an important errand in town, mynheer, and if--"

"Wist!" exclaimed the dame, lifting her hands. "Not to Amsterdam
tonight, and you've owned your legs were aching under you. Nay,
nay--it'll be soon enough to go at early daylight."

"Daylight, indeed!" echoed Raff. "That would never do. Nay, Meitje, he
must go this hour."

The vrouw looked for an instant as if Raff's recovery was becoming
rather a doubtful benefit; her word was no longer sole law in the house.
Fortunately the proverb "Humble wife is husband's boss" had taken deep
root in her mind; even as the dame pondered, it bloomed.

"Very well, Raff," she said smilingly, "it is thy boy as well as mine.
Ah! I've a troublesome house, young masters."

Just then Peter drew a long strap from his pocket.

Handing it to Hans he said in an undertone, "I need not thank you for
lending me this, Hans Brinker. Such boys as you do not ask for
thanks, but I must say you did me a great kindness, and I am proud to
acknowledge it. I did not know," he added laughingly, "until fairly in
the race, how anxious I was to win."

Hans was glad to join in Peter's laugh; it covered his embarrassment and
gave his face a chance to cool off a little. Honest, generous boys like
Hans have such a stupid way of blushing when you least expect it.

"It was nothing, mynheer," said the dame, hastening to her son's relief.
"The lad's whole soul was in having you win the race, I know it was!"

This helped matters beautifully.

"Ah, mynheer," Hans hurried to say, "from the first start I felt stiff
and strange on my feet. I was well out of it so long as I had no chance
of winning."

Peter looked rather distressed.

"We may hold different opinions here. That part of the business troubles
me. It is too late to mend it now, but it would be really a kindness to
me if--"

The rest of Peter's speech was uttered so confidentially that I cannot
record it. Enough to say, Hans soon started back in dismay, and Peter,
looking very much ashamed, stammered out something to the effect that he
would keep them, since he won the race, but it was "all wrong."

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