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"Nils' injury was unpremeditated, I believe," said Newman, "but leaving him die without attention or nursing was a calculated brutality, designed to inflame the boy's mates. Fitzgibbon's bitter hazing, without distinction or justice, was for the same purpose. They kept a close eye upon the boy's condition; they evidently figured that the hour of his death would be the hour of explosion.
Outside the churchyard I pulled from my pocket the small Bible. "This belongs to you," I said: "I have kept it to help me with your language" but I held it open at the fly-leaf. She glanced at it, "Oh yes, I gave it to Nils, my husband. You wish to keep it?" "You were very fond of him, to judge from this," I said; and halted, expecting her to be angry.
To have quiet was all that the little schoolmistress craved, and that she was at last allowed. As for Nils, it was plain that he considered that small apartment his sleeping-car, for which his ticket had been taken for the livelong night. The schoolmistress rose early. Her room was soon in perfect order.
No way for mans. Mans say, 'You come to de church, an' get a hurry on you. Das-a way mans talks." "Maybe Nils hasn't got enough to keep a wife," put in Clara ironically. "How about that, Nils?" she asked him frankly, as if she wanted to know. Nils looked at her coolly, raising one eyebrow. "Oh, I can keep her, all right." "The way she wants to be kept?"
She shook and trembled with fear, let her eyes wander around the walls, and now and then moaned at the thought that now they would take little Hans away from her. "Why don't you open the door for papa?" asked little Hans, wonderingly. Ah, he too was against her! All the world was against her! And her husband was in league with her enemies! "Open, I say!" cried Nils, vehemently.
He would never go back to Arendal; and he would no longer tread the same deck with the father of Carl Beck. Later on in the night, when the moon had risen, Nils, who had not been able to sleep in his hammock, came up to Salvé again, and drew him aside behind the round-house, as if for a private conversation. "What would I have done? you asked.
At one of these tables Nils Ericson was seated in the late afternoon, three days after his return home. Joe had gone in to serve a customer, and Nils was lounging on his elbows, looking rather mournfully into his half-emptied pitcher, when he heard a laugh across the little garden.
It couldn't be such a difficult thing to make a princess laugh at him, for had not everybody, both grand and simple, laughed so many a time at him when he served as soldier and went through his drill under Sergeant Nils. So he went out on the terrace outside the princess's windows and began drilling just as if Sergeant Nils himself were there. But all in vain!
I was in no fear now about Nils; he was close up to the stables by now. The Captain beckoned to him, but without avail. Then "Halt!" he cried, military fashion; but Nils was deaf. When we reached the stables the horses were back in their places already. The Captain was stiff and stern as ever, but I fancied he had been thinking matters over a little on the way.
"With my wife, I'll decide that," replied Nils calmly. "I'll give her what's good for her." Clara made a wry face. "You'll give her the strap, I expect, like old Peter Oleson gave his wife." "When she needs it," said Nils lazily, locking his hands behind his head and squinting up through the leaves of the cherry tree.
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