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Adiesen said, "And so you are the Doctor's son? You are not very like your father. He was a very handsome youth when he was your age." Tom laughed, and there was that in his plain, honest face, which pleased both the gentlemen perhaps more than fine features would have done. "I try to be like father in other ways," said he; "but my brother Svein is as like him as can be. You would like Svein.
"Yaspard," he said, "you are usually truthful and candid; why have you allowed me to hear all this from some one else?" "I was afraid that you would stop me from having any more raids, and that the feud would have it all its own way after this." He looked straight at his uncle, ready for a storm if it came, but it didn't. "There will be no more feud, my boy," was the mild answer Mr. Adiesen made.
Yaspard followed him into a little room which was doing duty as a study until the Den was restored to order, and as the scientist put down his treasures the lad said in a trembling voice, be it confessed "I want to tell you about something, uncle; something I've been doing." "Well, go on," said Mr. Adiesen, not looking up, and in a very grim tone.
"Not so your roving brother," quoth Yaspard; "I have other things to do than sleep," and he grimaced at Lowrie, who grinned back a perfect understanding of the mysterious allusion; but Signy by that time was too sleepy to pay further attention, so followed Miss Adiesen to Moolapund, and was soon resting in dreamless repose in her own room.
As he finished speaking the young marauder, leaning over to the other boat, undid her painter, and hitching it to his own boat, shouted to his companions to row off again. They pulled out from the shore, and the Laulie was captured before her crew had waked up enough to comprehend what was going on. "It's Yaspard Adiesen masquerading like an ass," said Harry Mitchell at last.
Your uncle did not care who saw it, or who knows about his 'feud' oh, I'm sick of the word." Yaspard smoothed out the letter, which his uncle had crushed up in his rage, and read "DEAR MR. ADIESEN, I very much regret being obliged to remind you once more that Havnholme is part of the Lunda property, and that it was my dear father's wish that the sea-birds on the island should not be molested.
In a very few words he explained all; and when the narrative was ended he added, "We know that God had the dear child in His keeping all the time; and I am fain to believe that He who holds the seas in the hollow of His hand guided the boat to Havnholme to Havnholme for some wise purpose, Mr. Adiesen."
"No one, uncle; only I was alone in the boat and on Havnholme, and I was so afraid," and then she began to cry bitterly. He drew her close and looked frowning at Yaspard; "You had charge of your sister!" he said very sternly. "The lad is not to blame, Mr. Adiesen," Fred exclaimed. "He was doing a good action, and he has suffered much also. Don't be hard on Yaspard." "Mr.
Adiesen was thrown off his balance. Signy, springing up to bind her arms round his neck, caused him to stagger backwards into the hands of Fred and Yaspard, while their appearance and the girl's words upset his mind as much as his body.
He addressed her, as he had done the Laird, just as if they were ordinary acquaintances meeting in the most matter-of-fact, every-day kind of manner. Wrath and sentiment alike collapsed before such commonplace salutations, and both Mr. Adiesen and his sister felt they would only make themselves ridiculous if they met young Garson's simple civility with any expression of deeper feelings.
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