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Nobody was near him, although he heard voices across the alameda, and he stood for a few moments, thinking, while his heart beat. Since he had refused Olsen's offer, caution was advisable, because Kit felt sure the fellow had expected him to agree, and it was obvious that he knew enough to make him dangerous.
It needed more than Judge Tiffany's failing strength, more than Olsen's methodical plodding, to conquer this situation. She must be a post now, not a rail, Eleanor told Mrs. Tiffany. And Kate would help until Mr. Chester could be moved. At further acceptance of Kate, Mrs. Tiffany rebelled. Kate had foisted herself on them. Goodness knew, Mrs.
Olsen's he found his few things put ready in the cupboard under the stairs to be fetched away, and a message was left that his place in the garret was occupied by some one else. He did not ask why. Mrs. Olsen's silence hurt him more than if she had cried aloud about people who drew on her "an examination and search of the house, and other disturbances."
They were rough people, in their way, but they seemed so genuine, so friendly, so full of the desire to help her and put her at her ease, that she was again reassured. Her hunger assailed her and she ate what she considered a huge breakfast, though Stefan Olsen's family seemed to wonder at her scanty ability to dispose of the things they piled upon her plate.
But nothing happened, and time was passing. One morning he cut the matter short; Pelle was just setting out for school. "Will you run in to Madam Olsen's and give her this?" he said, handing the boy a packet. "It's something she's promised to mend for us." Inside on the paper, was the large cross that announced Lasse's coming in the evening.
On the other hand what had more weight were the facts that had been elucidated on ransacking and examining the room in which he lodged he lived in a garret at glazier Olsen's with three other apprentices for they all agreed in saying that on the Saturday in question he had come home late, after they were asleep, and had gone out again very early on the Sunday morning.
The hard shut mouth was so big that it could easily swallow a child's head and his eyes! Ditte shut her own, and shivered. She quickly opened them, however; she must find out what his business was, taking care not to be seen herself. The ogre, as the children called him, mainly because of his big mouth, came to a standstill at Rasmus Olsen's house.
"That's the bugs they are coming down," said the old woman. "It's too cold for them up there in the attics, and they don't like it here. You should see them; they go to Olsen's with the warm wall; they stay there in the cold." "Is the wall at Olsen's always warm, then?" "Yes, when there's fire in the boiler of the steam mill."
Once around the corner, Kurt plainly descried a big dark crowd of men whose faces showed red in the glow of the huge pile of embers which was all that remained of the elevators. They did not see Olsen's men. "Hold on," whispered Olsen. "If we get in a fight here we'll be in a bad place. We've nothin' to hide behind.
He did not intend to cut his wheat at all. It was a dead loss. "Two sections twelve hundred an' eighty acres!" he repeated, gloomily. "An' the third bad year! Dorn, I can't pay the interest to my bank." Olsen's sun-dried and wind-carved visage was as hard and rugged and heroic as this desert that had resisted him for years.
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