The Dutchman raised his fat hands:
"Caviar! That is made of gold! Who has caviar to sell?"
Peter had sometimes eaten it at home; he knew that it was made of the roes of the sturgeon and certain other large fish, but he had no idea of its cost.
"Well, mine host, what have you?"
"What have I? Everything. I have rye bread, sauerkraut, potato salad, and the fattest herring in Leyden."
"What do you say, boys?" asked the captain. "Will that do?"
"Yes," cried the famished youths, "if he'll only be quick."
Mynheer moved off like one walking in his sleep, but soon opened his eyes wide at the miraculous manner in which his herring were made to disappear. Next came, or rather went, potato salad, rye bread, and coffee--then Utrecht water flavored with orange, and, finally, slices of dry gingerbread. This last delicacy was not on the regular bill of fare, but Mynheer Kleef, driven to extremes, solemnly produced it from his own private stores and gave only a placid blink when his voracious young travelers started up, declaring they had eaten enough.