orously counsels
submission to the foe."

As she spoke she fixed her clear blue eyes on him with a look the
meaning of which he could not misinterpret, for it showed the scorn his
proposal had inspired. He might have seen that his cause was hopeless,
yet he could not even now abandon her, and was again about to speak when
Berthold and Albert came up with an independent air, the former
exclaiming--

"Look out there, Jaqueline! Look out, your eyes are keen enough to see
the sun shining on some score of white sails far away to the southward;
they form, I doubt not, the vanguard of a relieving fleet, and before
long the Spaniards, the `Glippers,' and their friends will be scampering
off to escape being overwhelmed by the rising tide."

"It is high time for you, Baron, to go and give the Spaniards warning if
you wish to serve them a good turn," said Albert.

The baron frowned at the lad, who looked so unconscious of having said
anything disagreeable that he did not venture to reply. At length the
burgomaster, addressing Jaqueline, proposed to return home, and desired
his nephew and Albert to follow him, but a word from Jaqueline prevented
him from inviting the baron, as he might otherwise have done, to his
house. Van Arenberg descended the steps close behind them, but
receiving no intimation that he might accompany them from Jaqueline or
her father, he was compelled to lift his beaver, which he did with a
somewhat haughty air, and without taking the slightest notice of the
lads, walked away in an opposite direction. The burgomaster, who had
overheard some of the boy's remarks, chided them for speaking so rudely
to the baron.

"Though the opinion you have formed of him is, I fear, right, it becomes
you not thus to address a person so much your senior in age as well as
in rank," he said.

Jaqueline, however, interfered, and told her father that she was
thankful to them for coming so opportunely to her assistance, and
preventing her from uttering expressions which the baron might have
deemed far more severe than anything her cousin and Albert could say.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

Jaqueline had welcomed a third of her white-winged birds to her tower.
The pigeon bore a letter dictated by Admiral Boisot, though she
recognised the handwriting of Captain Van der Elst. It stated that the
fleet led by an enormous vessel, the "Ark of Delft," with shot-proof
bulwarks, and moved by paddle-wheels turned by a crank, had reached t