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"At ten o'clock tomorrow morning," said Mr. Drever. "You see, Halcro, they're not to put you on your trial in any formal way. That could only take place at Kirkwall, or before the procurator fiscal. But the roads are all blocked wi' snow, and there's no getting to Kirkwall just now. Even the St. Magnus smugglers, and another gang that Mr.
I told how I saw the supercargo seated at the table in the cabin, and how I had read the last entry in his log book. Andrew Drever opened the book, which was before him, and passed it to Mr. Duke, saying: "You will observe, sir, that the last date written here is January, 1831. Thirteen years ago." "Thirteen years ago!" exclaimed Mr. Duke, turning over the pages.
Here, you, Halcro Ericson, finish the Now, where's that lad? Has he not come to the school yet?" "No, sir," replied two or three voices. Now that the schoolmaster's attention had been so drawn to my absence, I felt more than ever reluctant to enter. "Where is he? Does anyone know?" asked Mr. Drever. "Dinna ken, sir," was the weak response.
It was almost midnight when she arrived in the town, for her journey had been a long and a difficult one. All the houses were in darkness, and there was not a person to be seen in the deserted streets. She made her way to the schoolhouse, and after much trouble succeeded in arousing Andrew Drever. But when the door was opened she had not strength to speak.
Drever got an empty meal bag and held it open, I took a long broom handle, and, standing on a chair, forced the cat to come down. We chased the animal about the room until we cornered him, when, putting the meal bag over his head, we made him a secure prisoner.
"Goodbye, Captain Gordon!" I murmured; and at that I slipped over the taffrail and was soon sitting in my boat again, rowing back to the town. On my way to the school that morning I chanced to meet Hercus and Rosson coming down one of the side alleys. "I say, lads," I began, "d'ye ken what Dominie Drever says about the siller things we found at Skaill?" "No! what is it, Hal?" asked Hercus.
"I hae done so already," I said. "I left it wi' the dominie yestreen." The lads looked at each other, but neither offered any objection. "Oh, very well!" said Rosson, "I'll bring mine down i' the mornin'." "And I mine," echoed Hercus. During the first lesson in school it was noticed that Tom Kinlay was absent. "Where is your brother this morning, Thora?" asked Mr. Drever.
Tak the peerie stone, see, and have a care that ye dinna lose it;" and she handed to me the little black stone. Mr. Drever was standing beside her, and I looked to him to ask if I should take possession of this much of the viking's treasure. "Take it, take it, Halcro," he said. "There can be no harm in your keeping it at least until we find whether the authorities claim it or not.
As I sat on a chair near the door, weary after my long tramp with the heavy burden of silver and the dead hawk, and somewhat bruised by my fight, Mr. Drever and the captain engaged in a long conversation relating to the Orkneys. But during an interval of their talk I ventured to draw the schoolmaster's attention to the dead bird that I had brought for him.
But we must suppose that Odin, the god of the Norsemen, had thought it time to reward him by calling him off from his earthly battles to the Halls of Valhalla." Captain Gordon here approached us, and whilst he and Mr. Drever were bidding each other goodnight, I stood looking into the fire, meditating upon the strange thing my schoolmaster had told me.
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