s, whom they now likewise drag out of the
carriage,--Cornelius, who is already quite broken and mangled by the
torture. Only look, look!"

"Indeed, it is Cornelius, and no mistake."

The officer uttered a feeble cry, and turned his head away; the brother
of the Grand Pensionary, before having set foot on the ground, whilst
still on the bottom step of the carriage, was struck down with an iron
bar which broke his skull. He rose once more, but immediately fell
again.

Some fellows then seized him by the feet, and dragged him into the
crowd, into the middle of which one might have followed his bloody
track, and he was soon closed in among the savage yells of malignant
exultation.

The young man--a thing which would have been thought impossible--grew
even paler than before, and his eyes were for a moment veiled behind the
lids.

The officer saw this sign of compassion, and, wishing to avail himself
of this softened tone of his feelings, continued,--

"Come, come, Monseigneur, for here they are also going to murder the
Grand Pensionary."

But the young man had already opened his eyes again.

"To be sure," he said. "These people are really implacable. It does no
one good to offend them."

"Monseigneur," said the officer, "may not one save this poor man, who
has been your Highness's instructor? If there be any means, name it, and
if I should perish in the attempt----"

William of Orange--for he it was--knit his brows in a very forbidding
manner, restrained the glance of gloomy malice which glistened in his
half-closed eye, and answered,--

"Captain Van Deken, I request you to go and look after my troops, that
they may be armed for any emergency."

"But am I to leave your Highness here, alone, in the presence of all
these murderers?"

"Go, and don't you trouble yourself about me more than I do myself," the
Prince gruffly replied.

The officer started off with a speed which was much less owing to his
sense of military obedience than to his pleasure at being relieved from
the necessity of witnessing the shocking spectacle of the murder of the
other brother.

He had scarcely left the room, when John--who, with an almost superhuman
effort, had reached the stone steps of a house nearly opposite that
where his former pupil concealed himself--began to stagger under the
blows which were inflicted on him from all sides, calling out,--

"My brother! where is my brother?"

One of the ruffians knocked off his hat wi