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The storm increased all the morning, and at noon, when I looked at the barometer in the Cercle Bougainville it was 29.51, the lowest, the skippers said, in seven years. The William Olsen, a San Francisco barkentine, kedged out into the lagoon as fast as possible, and through the tearing sheets of rain I glimpsed other vessels reaching for a holding-ground.
Over by Max Alexander's "Green House" stood Karna, quite alone and looking about her wistfully. Lasse drew Pelle round in a wide circle. "There's Madam Olsen with a strange man!" said Pelle suddenly. Lasse started. "Where?" Yes, there she stood, and had a man with her! And talking so busily! They went past her without stopping; she could choose for herself, then.
"He's still rather lame," said Lasse, peeping out; "but it won't be long before we have him down here, so you'd better not quite destroy the post." Pelle went on cutting. "If you don't leave off that silly nonsense, I'll throw dirt over it!" said Lasse angrily. "Then I'll draw you and Madam Olsen on the big gate!" answered Pelle roguishly. "You you'd better!
Watts and Olsen had been warned to crouch behind the rocks on the crest, while those who remained near the launch were told to hide among the trees or crowd into the small cabin. Movement of any kind was forbidden. There was no knowing who might be astir on the hills, and a sharp eye might note the presence of foreigners in Cotton-Tree Bay.
Fishermen came down from the cottages and strolled out to the place where the boat would come in, and all the school-children followed. In the stern of the boat sat an elderly, weather-beaten man with a fringe of beard round his face; he was dressed in blue, and in front of him stood a sea-chest. "Why, it's Boatswain Olsen!" Pelle heard one fisherman say.
"Well, are you two quarreling again?" he shouted jovially. "What's wrong now Martha, I suppose?" Rasmus Olsen was silent, and shuffled off towards the beach. But his wife was not afraid, and turned her wrath on to the inn-keeper. "What's it to do with you?" she cried. "Mind your own business!" The inn-keeper passed on without taking any notice of her, and entered the house.
All the settlers have been up to look at the wonderful place, as many as can walk. Brede Olsen has been up, with his samples of stone, and got nothing for his pains, seeing that the mining expert was gone back to Sweden again.
"It's a country that soon palls. Are you staying long?" "I can't tell," said Kit, who decided not to state that he knew the country. "You see, I'm not in command." "No," said Olsen. "I suppose you're a relation of the Buccaneer?" "A poor relation. He gave me a lift when I needed it." Olsen laughed. "Well, I guess he makes you hustle. A pretty lively old pirate, if all one hears is true!
It ain't such a awful big nose you got, leddy, but you sure vouldn't look so bretty if it drop off. Ha, ha!" He laughed out loudly, apparently enjoying his ponderous joke greatly, but she felt that she must heed his advice and frequently carried the big mitt Mrs. Olsen had lent her to her face. They came to a great expanse of deep forest where, in places, the ground was nearly bare of snow.
The little wheat farmer was white with passion. He carried a gun. "Hello, Dorn! Ain't this hell? They got your wheat!" he said hoarsely. "Olsen! How'd it happen? Wasn't anybody set to guard the elevators?" "Yes. But the I.W.W.'s drove all the guards off but Grimm, an' they beat him up bad. Nobody had nerve enough to shoot." "Olsen, if I run into the Glidden I'll kill him," declared Kurt.
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