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"The farm will bring that much more than I owe Anderson." "You'll give up the farm?" exclaimed Olsen. "Yes. I'll square myself." "Dorn, we won't take that money," said the farmer, deliberately. "You'll have to take it. I'll send you a check soon perhaps to-morrow." "Give up your land!" repeated Olsen. "Why, that's unheard of! Land in your family so many years!... What will you do?"
What of this new Storborg, a shop and a store here in the wilds was not that prospect enough? They talked it over until Christmas came.... Axel had got a letter, a big envelope with a lion on it; it was from the State. He was to fetch supplies of wire, a telegraph apparatus, tools and implements, from Brede Olsen, and take over inspection of the line from New Year's Day.
You see! but he promised to wait till I got the spring house cleaning over, so he could shake the carpets for me; and by and by he got feeling better. He was mad at the boss and that made him feel bad. The next time it was the same, that time he jumped into the cistern " "Yes, I know," said Olsen, with a half grin, "I pulled him out."
He had given Pelle a little paper of sweets for Madam Olsen, and on the paper he had drawn a cross with a lead button; and the cross meant in all secrecy that he would come to her that evening. While he took out his best clothes and hid them under some hay close to the outer door, he hummed: "Love's longing so strong It helped me along, And the way was made short with the nightingales' song."
"That was a month ago," said the wife, solemnly. "He sharped the razor onct," said Mrs. Lieders, "but he said it was for to shave him, and I got him to promise to let the barber shave him sometime, instead. Here, Mrs. Olsen, you go righd in, the door aint locked." By this time they were at the house door.
Per Olsen stood and ground his teeth, trembling all over his body. "Oh dear, oh dear!" was all he said. There was white foam at the corners of his mouth. Lasse gave Pelle the end of the rope to hold. "He's grinding his teeth; the devil's busy with him already," he whispered.
He, of course, had untied the safety-rope, and as we were lying there quite comfortably and chatting, all of a sudden he was off. 'The devil! I shouted to the others, 'now the Vanishing Man has fallen down again! And we ran down the stairs as quick as we could. We weren't in a humor for any fool's tricks, as you may suppose. But there was no Albert Olsen lying on the pavement.
At last, after a wearying delay, she vanished. Five minutes later, Watts and Olsen brought the welcome news that she was returning to the roadstead. It was then half-past two o'clock, and the sun would rise soon after five. Now or never the launch must make her effort.
Just then a cry from Olsen showed that the mutineers' cartridges had not been wholly wasted. A bullet had caught the Swede in the shoulder. He dropped, groaning. Ruth was by his side in an instant. She bound up his wound as best she could, and, putting a coat beneath his head, made him as comfortable as possible. "One knocked out," muttered the captain. "I wonder who'll be the Ah!
On the 15th our preparations were all made. Our host gave the Professor very great pleasure by presenting him with a map of Iceland far more complete than that of Hendersen. It was the map of M. Olaf Nikolas Olsen, in the proportion of 1 to 480,000 of the actual size of the island, and published by the Icelandic Literary Society. It was a precious document for a mineralogist.
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