The Ferryman of Brill | Page 2

One, however, had watched Diedrich's constant visits to the house, and
his heart burned with jealousy.
One evening Diedrich was returning to his home, when, looking over
his shoulder on hearing footsteps, he discovered that he was followed.
When he walked faster, the stranger proceeded also at the same rate;
when he stopped, the stranger stopped; when he went at a slow pace,
the stranger slackened his speed. At length, passing a shrine at the
corner of a street, before which a bright lamp was kept burning,
Diedrich turned sharply round, and found himself standing face to face
with the person who had been following him.
"What object have you in dodging my steps?" asked Diedrich, placing
his hand on his sword ready to draw.
"As you ask me a question, I will put another to you," said the stranger,
also drawing his sword half out of the scabbard. "For what purpose do
you visit the house where you have been passing the evening?"
"You put a question to which I positively refuse to reply to any one,
and still less to you, Caspar Gaill, for I know you well," answered
Diedrich, still further drawing out his sword.
"Then I refuse to answer the question you put to me," said Caspar. "We
understand each other, and you may know me henceforth as your
enemy."
"A matter of very little consequence," answered Diedrich, in a scornful
tone.
The young men parted, but from that day forward Diedrich was aware
that his footsteps were constantly followed when he went abroad,
especially on the Sabbath, when he was accustomed to attend the
meetings of the Protestants held in the city. Still he was too proud and
too fearless to alter his mode of proceeding on this account. At night
often he saw in the distance a dim figure following him, but which,
when he turned round, invariably disappeared.

On one occasion he resolved to pursue the spy, and punish him
severely if he could overtake him. Scarcely had he left his home when
he observed a figure as usual like a distant shadow coming after him.
He walked on for some way, as if indifferent to the circumstance, by
gentle degrees slackening his pace, till, as he supposed, his pursuer had
approached nearer than usual. He then suddenly turned round, and,
darting forward, was close up to the man before the latter made any
attempt to escape.
"Why, Diedrich Meghem, you seem to be in a desperate hurry this
evening," said a voice he thought he recollected.
"What, Peter Kopplestock, are you my secret pursuer?" he asked, in a
tone of surprise.
"It may be so, but I may be your guardian angel," answered the person
thus addressed, in a low voice. "I have been wishing to see you without
witnesses for some days past, and now the matter brooks of no delay."
"Come to my house, then," said Diedrich; "we can speak there without
fear of interruption."
"That's the very place it will not be wise for me to go to," said Peter; "if
I go there I shall be observed. Do you come to my house. You will find
a porch a little to the right of it. Slip in there and remain quiet for a few
minutes. Should you be followed at the time, your pursuer will pass by
and lose sight of you. Come in an hour hence. It will be dangerous to
put off the visit till to-morrow."
Diedrich followed the advice of his friend. He had known Peter
Kopplestock from his earliest days. Peter was of no very exalted rank,
but he had numerous friends who, not without reason, put confidence in
him. His chief occupation was that of a ferryman plying across the river
Meuse. He also visited the ships which appeared at the mouth of the
river when unable for want of wind to come up to the town, and took
provisions off to them, and brought messages on shore. Peter
Kopplestock took an especial interest in Diedrich; Diedrich had always
been his generous employer, and was now going to marry his niece.

The wealthy merchant Hopper had once been a humble clerk, and he
then had married the very beautiful sister of Peter the ferryman. She
had died, and her young daughter had been educated as well as any
young lady in the land. Diedrich was well aware of the relationship,
and it increased the confidence he felt in Peter, who was also of his
own way of thinking--indeed, a more thorough Protestant could not
have been found.
Diedrich found his way, at the hour appointed, to Peter Kopplestock's
cottage down by the river-side. He saw, when leaving his own house,
the usual figure following him, but he hoped, by hiding himself as Peter
had advised