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sbreeker *｛Icebreaker。 A heavy machine armed with iron spikes for breaking the ice as it is dragged along。 Some of the small ones are worked by men； but the large ones are drawn by horses； sixty or seventy of which are sometimes attached to one ysbreeker。｝ had been at work for the first time that season； but there was any amount of skating ground left yet。
〃Three cheers for home！〃 cried Van Mounen as they came in sight of the great Western Dock （Westelijk Dok）。 〃Hurrah！ Hurrah！〃 shouted one and all。 〃Hurrah！ Hurrah！〃
This trick of cheering was an importation among our party。 Lambert van Mounen had brought it from England。 As they always gave it in English； it was considered quite an exploit and； when circumstances permitted； always enthusiastically performed； to the sore dismay of their quiet…loving countrymen。
Therefore； their arrival at Amsterdam created a great sensation； especially among the small boys on the wharf。
The Y was crossed。 They were on the Broek canal。
Lambert's home was reached first。
〃Good…bye； boys！〃 he cried as he left them。 〃We've had the greatest frolic ever known in Holland。〃
〃So we have。 Good…bye； Van Mounen！〃 answered the boys。
〃Good…bye！〃
Peter hailed him。 〃I say； Van Mounen； the classes begin tomorrow！〃
〃I know it。 Our holiday is over。 Good…bye； again。〃
〃Good…bye！〃
Broek came in sight。 Such meetings！ Katrinka was upon the canal！ Carl was delighted。 Hilda was there！ Peter felt rested in an instant。 Rychie was there！ Ludwig and Jacob nearly knocked each other over in their eagerness to shake hands with her。
Dutch girls are modest and generally quiet； but they have very glad eyes。 For a few moments it was hard to decide whether Hilda； Rychie； or Katrinka felt the most happy。
Annie Bouman was also on the canal； looking even prettier than the other maidens in her graceful peasant's costume。 But she did not mingle with Rychie's party； neither did she look unusually happy。
The one she liked most to see was not among the newcomers。 Indeed； he was not upon the canal at all。 She had not been near Broek before； since the Eve of Saint Nicholas； for she was staying with her sick grandmother in Amsterdam and had been granted a brief resting spell； as the grandmother called it； because she had been such a faithful little nurse night and day。
Annie had devoted her resting…spell to skating with all her might toward Broek and back again； in the hope of meeting her mother on the canal； or； it might be； Gretel Brinker。 Not one of them had she seen； and she must hurry back without even catching a glimpse of her mother's cottage； for the poor helpless grandmother； she knew； was by this time moaning for someone to turn her upon her cot。
Where can Gretel be？ thought Annie as she flew over the ice； she can almost always steal a few moments from her work at this time of day。 Poor Gretel！ What a dreadful thing it must be to have a dull father！ I should be woefully afraid of him； I knowso strong； and yet so strange！
Annie had not heard of his illness。 Dame Brinker and her affairs received but little notice from the people of the place。
If Gretel had not been known as a goose girl； she might have had more friends among the peasantry of the neighborhood。 As it was； Annie Bouman was the only one who did not feel ashamed to avow herself by word and deed the companion of Gretel and Hans。
When the neighbors' children laughed at her for keeping such poor company； she would simply flush when Hans was ridiculed； or laugh in a careless； disdainful way； but to hear little Gretel abused always awakened her wrath。
〃Goose girl； indeed！〃 she would say。 〃I can tell you that any of you are fitter for the work than she。 My father often said last summer that it troubled him to see such a bright…eyed； patient little maiden tending geese。 Humph！ She would not harm them； as you would； Janzoon Kolp； and she would not tread upon them； as you might； Kate Wouters。〃
This would be pretty sure to start a laugh at the clumsy； ill…natured Kate's expense； and Annie would walk loftily away from the group of young gossips。 Perhaps some memory of Gretel's assailants crossed her mind as she skated rapidly toward Amsterdam； for her eyes sparkled ominously and she more than once gave her pretty head a defiant toss。 When that mood passed； such a bright； rosy； affectionate look illuminated her face that more than one weary working man turned to gaze after her and to wish that he had a glad； contented lass like that for a daughter。
There were five joyous households in Broek that night。
The boys were back safe and sound； and they found all well at home。 Even the sick lady at neighbor Van Stoepel's was out of danger。
But the next morning！ Ah； how stupidly school bells will ding…dong； ding…dong； when one is tired。
Ludwig was sure that he had never listened to anything so odious。 Even Peter felt pathetic on the occasion。 Carl said it was a shameful thing for a fellow to have to turn out when his bones were splitting。 And Jacob soberly bade Ben 〃Goot…pye！〃 and walked off with his satchel as if it weighed a hundred pounds。
The Crisis
While the boys are nursing their fatigue； we will take a peep into the Brinker cottage。
Can it be that Gretel and her mother have not stirred since we saw them last？ That the sick man upon the bed has not even turned over？ It was four days ago； and there is the sad group just as it was before。 No； not precisely the same； for Raff Brinker is paler； his fever is gone； though he knows nothing of what is passing。 Then they were alone in the bare； clean room。 Now there is another group in an opposite corner。
Dr。 Boekman is there； talking in a low tone with a stout young man who listens intently。 The stout young man is his student and assistant。 Hans is there also。 He stands near the window； respectfully waiting until he shall be accosted。
〃You see； Vollenhoven；〃 said Dr。 Boekman； 〃it is a clear case of〃 And here the doctor went off into a queer jumble of Latin and Dutch that I cannot conveniently translate。
After a while； as Vollenhoven looked at him rather blankly； the learned man condescended to speak to him in simpler phrase。
〃It is probably like Rip Donderdunck's case；〃 he exclaimed in a low； mumbling tone。 〃He fell from the top of Voppelploot's windmill。 After the accident the man was stupid and finally became idiotic。 In time he lay helpless like yon fellow on the bed； moaned； too； like him； and kept constantly lifting his hand to his head。 My learned friend Von Choppem performed an operation upon this Donderdunck and discovered under the skull a small dark sac； which pressed upon the brain。 This had been the cause of the trouble。 My friend Von Choppem removed ita splendid operation！ You see； according to Celsius〃 And here the doctor again went off into Latin。
〃Did the man live？〃 asked the assistant respectfully。
Dr。 Boekman scowled。 〃That is of no consequence。 I believe he died； but why not fix your mind on the grand features of the case？ Consider a moment how〃 And he plunged into Latin mysteries more deeply than ever。
〃But mynheer；〃 gently persisted the student； who knew that the doctor would not rise to the surface for hours unless pulled at once from his favorite depths。 〃Mynheer； you have other engagements today； three legs in Amsterdam； you remember； and an eye in Broek； and that tumor up the canal。〃
〃The tumor can wait；〃 said the doctor reflectively。 〃That is another beautiful casea beautiful case！ The woman has not lifted her head from her shoulder for two monthsmagnificent tumor； sir！〃
The doctor by this time was speaking aloud。 He had quite forgotten where he was。
Vollenhoven made another attempt。
〃This poor fellow on the bed； mynheer。 Do you think you can save him？〃
〃Ah； indeed； certainly；〃 stammered the doctor； suddenly perceiving that he had been talking rather off the point。 〃Certainly； that isI hope so。〃
〃If anyone in Holland can； mynheer；〃 murmured the assistant with honest bluntness； 〃it is yourself。〃
The doctor looked displeased； growled out a tender request for the student to talk less； and beckoned Hans to draw near。
This strange man had a great horror of speaking to women； especially on surgical matters。 〃One can never tell；〃 he said； 〃what moment the creatures will scream or faint。〃 Therefore he explained Raff Brinker's case to Hans and told him what he believed should be done to save the patient。
Hans listened attentively； growing red and pale by turns and throwing quick； anxious glances toward the bed。
〃It may KILL the fatherdid you say； mynheer？〃 he exclaimed at last in a trembling whisper。
〃It may； my boy。 But I have a strong belief that it will cure and not kill。 Ah！ If boys were not such dunces； I could lay the whole matter before you； but it would be of no use。〃
Hans looked blank at this compliment。
〃It would be of no use；〃 repeated Dr。 Boekman indignantly。 〃A great operation is proposed； but one might as well do it with a hatchet。 The only question asked is； 'Will it kill？'〃
〃The question is EVERYTHING to us； mynheer；〃 said Hans with tearful dignity。
Dr。 Boekman looked at him in sudden dis