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Updated: July 15, 2025
He is as mad about Vikinger as you are, only it's in another way. I'll ask them to join our party. You would like to see Mr. Halsen again, wouldn't you?" "To be sure," Mr. Adiesen replied. "We'll fight our battle o'er again with our tongues this time. By all means let's have the Yarl and his boy on Friday." So things were settled; and in high good-humour the Lunda boys escorted Dr.
Shake hands on main-deck, Shake hands on bow; Shake hands amidships, Kiss down below." "You are improving on Scott, I hear," said Garth Halsen. "I didn't know you went in for being a poet as well as a Viking." "No more I do, but I know you write poetry," retorted Yaspard; and then Fred said, "Yes; and do you know he has been impudent enough to compose a ballad about a legend of your family, boy?
Harry nodded, and after a careful inspection of the rougue, remarked, "I think we shall find something here; but we must not come to grief in a ruin, as Garth Halsen did when he dug into the old Broch." They went to work with a will, and soon removed the cairn and laid bare what was evidently the entrance to a vault of some sort.
When Yaspard was reviving under the influence of warm food and a cozy bed, a sixaern with Mr. Halsen as skipper was speeding round the North Ness, and appeared before the longing eyes on Swarta Stack like an angel of deliverance. "He has done it!" Harry exclaimed. "Yaspard has not met his great-grand-uncle's fate!" "How do you know?" Lowrie asked. "It may hae been the dog. It's a senseful beast."
"Quotations from Scott and Garth Halsen are always dodging among Harry's yackles, ready to dance on the tip of his tongue when the smallest opportunity occurs," remarked Tom. "Practical Tom Holtum aspires to poetic language," retorted Harry, with some heat. "There they go!" exclaimed Bill, giving a small kick to each, as he happened to be seated between them.
They swung Yaspard up on their arms and went over the hill at a good pace, considering the Yarl's age, until they reached a cottage fortunately not far distant. There our hero was left in the care of kindly women, while Mr. Halsen and Garth hastened to the nearest fishing-station and gathered a stout crew.
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