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"Leave this affair to me, auntie," he said; "I'll see that Fred Garson gets the letter, and gets it right properly." Poor Miss Adiesen was too much troubled to notice anything peculiar in Yaspard's words or expression, but Signy did, and as he left the room she followed and asked in a whisper "Is it going to fit into your idea, brodhor?" "Fits like the skin to a sealkie," said he.
"Oh, brodhor, are you to go a-Vikinging still?" Signy asked in an ecstatic whisper; and our hero, squeezing her close to him, answered, "Yes, Mootie, thanks to that jolly old brick! I don't believe I should ever have thought of his plan. It is even better than mine, for it has got no enemy in it, but the chance of ever so many adventures."
Signy twined her arms round his neck, and whispered softly, "Brodhor, is it quite quite right, do you think, to do what Uncle Brüs would be very angry about?" "I don't think it's wrong any way," the lad replied. "I haven't disobeyed uncle, and I haven't told any stories. I've only There, Signy; if it seems a mean or deceitful thing I've done, I'll set that right in a jiffy.
Signy could keep silence no longer, but clapped her hands delightedly and cried, "It's as good as a fairy story, brodhor. Oh, I am glad, for of course they are still alive; uncle would never kill them then." "Yes, they are alive, and they are in the haunted room at Trullyabister. They were smuggled there so that even I should not know; but Tammy can't keep a secret, and he told me one day that Mr.
Therefore, when Yaspard moored the Osprey at the head of the voe, and announced his intention of running up the hill to have a word with Tammy, Signy said "I'll stay on the beach, brodhor. There are lovely shells about, and I can gather a heap while you are away." "All right," said he, and up the hill he bounded, while Signy set herself to picking up shells.
He thoroughly enjoyed telling her all about his expedition to Havnholme, and his pleasure was not even damped by the tears rising in her blue eyes when he described Gloy a prisoner in the geo with Pirate for jailer. "Wasn't it a good lark, Signy? Don't I make a ripping Viking, &c.?" She smiled in spite of her compassion, but she said, "Oh, brodhor, you know he is only a poor boy.
I suppose I may stop my raids when I like now. There is no feud, and no occasion to go on the warpath." "It seems almost too good to be true, brodhor," the girl made answer. "You need not mind giving up your Vikinging for such a good reason." "That's true," he answered cheerily; "only we were getting no end of fun out of it. However, we must think of some other plan, as Mr. Garson said.
"There would be no fun in that," Yaspard said in an aside; and Signy remarked, "Brodhor is worth a great deal to me, and he ought to be worth a lot to his captors. Just put a price on him that I am able to pay, and you shall have it." "Bravo!" shouted the boys in chorus. "Do you then absolutely refuse my princely offer?" Tom asked her, and the little girl replied boldly "Yes.
"Never mind about my beauty at present, but come along, for I must set my idea to work at once. I wonder I never thought of it before." "Ah, do wait a very little longer, brodhor," the girl begged. When coaxing or caressing him, she always used the old form of the word, which signified the dearest relationship she knew.
"Perhaps," Fred whispered aside to the brother and sister, "the Thunderer, the god of war, can appreciate a peace celebration as well as others." "Anyway," replied Yaspard, "there ought to be a 'chief mourner' at the funeral, and I don't know who can undertake the part if Thor will not." "Funeral! What do you mean, brodhor?"
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