their feet in an instant.

"Hey! What now?" they shouted.

"I've got a robber here," said Peter coolly. "Lie still, you scoundrel,
or I'll slice your head off! Now, boys, cut out your bed cord--plenty of
time--he's a dead man if he stirs."

Peter felt that he weighed a thousand pounds. So he did, with that knife
in his hand.

The man growled and swore but dared not move.

Ludwig was up by this time. He had a great jackknife, the pride of his
heart, in his breeches pocket. It could do good service now. They bared
the bedstead in a moment. It was laced backward and forward with a rope.

"I'll cut it," cried Ludwig, sawing away at the knot. "Hold him tight,
Peter!"

"Never fear!" answered the captain, giving the robber a warning prick.

The boys were soon pulling at the rope like good fellows. It was out at
last--a long, stout piece.

"Now, boys," commanded the captain, "lift up his rascally arms! Cross
his hands over his back! That's right--excuse me for being in the
way--tie them tight!"

"Yes, and his feet too, the villain!" cried the boys in great
excitement, tying knot after knot with Herculean jerks.

The prisoner changed his tone.

"Oh--oh!" he moaned. "Spare a poor sick man--I was but walking in my
sleep."

"Ugh!" grunted Lambert, still tugging away at the rope. "Asleep, were
you? Well, we'll wake you up."

The man muttered fierce oaths between his teeth, then cried in a piteous
voice, "Unbind me, good young masters! I have five little children at
home. By Saint Bavon I swear to give you each a ten-guilder piece if you
will but free me!"

"Ha! ha!" laughed Peter.

"Ha! ha!" laughed the other boys.

Then came threats, threats that made Ludwig fairly shudder, though he
continued to bind and tie with redoubled energy.

"Hold up, mynheer housebreaker," said Van Mounen in a warning voice.
"That knife is very near your throat. If you make the captain nervous,
there is no telling what may happen."

The robber took the hint, and fell into a sullen silence.

Just at this moment the chrysalis upon the bed stirred and sat erect.

"What's the matter?" he asked, without opening his eyes.

"Matter!" echoed Ludwig, half trembling, half laughing. "Get up, Jacob.
Here's work for you. Come sit on this fellow's back while we get into
our clothes, we're half perished."

"What fellow? Donder!"

"Hurrah for Poot!" cried all the boys as Jacob, sliding quickly to the
floor, bedclothes and all, took in the s