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It is not a good omen," Amy replied in lower tones, which did not reach the ears of the young adventurers, for their boat was off, and the Yarl and Garth were cheering the Osprey as it slid away from the land. "What very odd fancies that boy has!" Mr. Halsen remarked as they returned to the house.
"You look like business, on my word," their host added, smiling; "and I wish I were a boy too." "Never mind, sir; come with us all the same," cried Yaspard, but old Halsen shook his head. "The glamour of boyhood is wanting. I could not enjoy such a voyage of adventure and exploring in the right way now.
It was, yes, it was a rare good fight the only time I ever came off best! Ha! ha! I was not a fighting boy as a rule. I may say Neeven could always lick me; so could my poor brother Yaspard. But that time don't know how it happened I thrashed Halsen. I did indeed, though you mayn't think it." "I am awfully surprised," said blunt Tom Holtum.
At last, when he found that Yaspard did not stir, Pirate determined upon seeking help without further delay. With a piteous howl he turned from the spot and bounded up the hill, making for the nearest habitation or human being with the unerring instinct of his race. Keen. Garth Halsen and his father were strolling over the hill that day.
"The boy is stark mad!" exclaimed Uncle Brüs; but the Yarl, whose soul throbbed in sympathy with that of our Viking-boy, made answer, "His head is as straight on his shoulders as need be. That lad is made of the right stuff, and will be heard of in the world some day. You need not be afraid for him." "I suppose we ought to go and help him?" the scientist said; but Halsen shook his head.
"You may be that," rejoined the scientist, not in the least nettled by the implication in Tom's speech. "You may well be surprised, for he is twice my size; he was a big boy, and is a big man. Yes! the Yarl is a genuine old Shetland Viking of the right sort." "He'd suit you down to the ground, Yaspard," quoth Tom; and Fred Garson added, "You would freeze to Garth Halsen, boy.
By that time Yaspard had revived a little, and was sitting up looking around in a dazed state, but the cheery voice of old Halsen soon restored his wits, and he could give an account of what had happened. "No time to lose, lads," said the Yarl, with all the fire of strong manhood eager to help the forlorn and weak. "We'll carry you over the hill between us, boy, and get out the boats."
May a mere humdrum person inquire what knightly deed a modern Viking proposes, and what is to be the result of 'only a boy party'?" "We are going to have some jolly fun of Mr. Halsen's planning; but it would spoil it to tell beforehand." "I can leave the responsibility on Mr. Halsen," answered Uncle Brüs; "he understands what boys need and like." "I shall want to stay some days.
Nothing had ever tasted so sweet to Tom's lips as that milk, and the gentle voice of Garth Halsen, his cool soft touch, were as good as medicine.
He was in his father's place at the Vaigher's helm, presiding, as his father would have done, over the safety of the elder and more sober portion of the party. His sister Isobel had the management of the little Mermaid, and her companions were Gerta Bruce and Amy Congreve, who had, of course, accompanied Garth Halsen and his father, the Yarl of Burra Isle.
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