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Updated: June 11, 2025
Do your day's work so that your comrades don't need to take you in tow, and never shirk when it comes to your turn!" "Don't cheat the drinker of his bottle, either," said Albert Olsen, interrupting. Otto nudged him in the ribs. "No, don't do that," said Stolpe, and he laughed. "There are still two things," he added seriously.
Kit, however, did not feel tempted, although he wanted to find out something about Olsen's plans. "You seem to take my agreement for granted," he remarked. "You must see that I could embarrass you by telling Alvarez." Olsen laughed. "You could put him wise; but you couldn't embarrass us. The president knows whom he's up against. The trouble is he isn't strong enough to get after us."
It isn't anything to talk about now. You could find out if you wanted to. I'm 'broke' now and, if you will believe me, I haven't eaten anything to-day." The hotel man was slightly interested in this story. He could hardly tell what to do with such a figure, and yet Hurstwood's earnestness made him wish to do something. "Call Olsen," he said, turning to the clerk.
"It isn't the question, to-night, who climbs highest, it's a question of amusing ourselves merely." "Yes, that may be," replied Olsen, letting his head sink again. "But the slater, he climbs the highest." After which he sat there murmuring to himself. "Just leave him alone," whispered Otto. "Otherwise he'll get in one of his Berserker rages.
"Yes; it's rather important." "The important thing is you'll get paid," Olsen rejoined. Kit frowned. He imagined he could demand a high price, and now Alvarez was dead, there was perhaps no reason for refusing to bargain; but he did not mean to let Galdar have the goods. He thought Adam would not have done so, and he held the new president, to some extent, accountable for Adam's last illness.
They went up and saw a man lying face downward on the ground, kicking; his hands were tied behind his back, and he could not keep his face out of the mud. "Why, it's Per Olsen!" exclaimed Lasse. "Yes, of course!" said the shopkeeper. "Can't you take him home with you? He's not right in his head." Lasse looked hesitatingly at the boy, and then back again. "A raving man?" he said.
The leader gave him a bundle of notes, and Geissler simply nodded again, and said: "Very good." "And now I think we ought to drink a glass with Geissler," said the other. They drank, and that was done. And then they took leave of Geissler. Just at that moment came Brede Olsen walking up. Now what did he want?
"You're cautious, but one soon gets reckless here," Olsen resumed. "We are all adventurers, out for what we can get, and the chances against our making good are pretty steep. My notion is to have the best time I can, pick up as much money as possible, and quit before fever, intrigue, or a revolution knocks me out." "It's an exciting life," Kit agreed. "Money doesn't seem plentiful."
"In fact, if I was holding a clerk's job on the other side, I'd consider if it wouldn't pay me to change." Kit imagined this was a cautious feeler, made to find out if he could be bought, but he smiled. "If Galdar does win, he won't have much to give his friends." "He certainly won't have much money," Olsen agreed.
The boy had acquired independence, too, and every day it became more difficult for the old man to assert his parental authority; but that would come as soon as Lasse was master of his own house and could bring his fist down on his own table. But when would that be? As matters now stood, it looked as if the magistrate did not want him and Madam Olsen to be decently married.
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