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Updated: June 16, 2025
The story was of a nature to make a strong appeal to the Scandinavians, especially the Danes, in England. It achieved, in fiction, the ambition which the Danes realized under Swen and Canute, when these sovereigns governed both Denmark and England.
But the incident warned the gamekeeper that his guest was not safe anywhere in that vicinity, and to get him away unobserved he hid him in a large load of hay and drove off towards the forest. On the way some of the Danish scouts were met, and these, having some suspicion of Swen, began poking their lances through the hay.
Everybody knows, and that includes even the government agents in San Francisco, that there is a lot of moonshine being made in out-of-the-way places of the California mountains. There's a job for Swen Brodie and his crowd. There's talk of it, Mark." "Maybe," King admitted. "But Brodie was looking for something, and not revenue men, at that.
No man in these mountains could have so much as kept him in sight, saving alone Swen Brodie, and he was left far back yonder, miles on the other, lower, side of the ridge. By mid-forenoon King had outstripped the springtime and was among snow patches which grew in frequency and extent; at noon he built his little fire on a snow crust.
But in five minutes her daughter knew everything Gaynor had said. King was to be told that Gratton, instead of going straight to San Francisco, had gone down to Placerville, and next had turned up at Coloma; that he had spent three days there; that he had gone several times to Honeycutt's shanty, and had been seen, more than once, with Swen Brodie. "It's an outrage," cried Mrs.
But she was quick to see that, though King laughed with her, he retained certain serious thoughts of his own. Thoughts which, of course, had to do with his errand to-day. She wondered what had happened at Honeycutt's; if King had had any words with Swen Brodie. She had been wondering that ever since he rejoined her under the tree.
If he ever fought Swen Brodie, just man to man, with only the weapons nature gave them, what would the end be? But Brodie was gone, his shadow withdrawn from the doorstep, and he had his business with Honeycutt. He left the door wide open so that no one might come suddenly upon them and turned to the old man. "Put your gun down, Honeycutt," he said quietly. "I want to talk with you."
Whether drunk with whiskey or with gold or with lust did not matter; drunk he was. Gloria's shriek rose like a madwoman's; Brodie's thick laughter was its sinister echo. Another man called out something; the slow, heavy feet of Swen Brodie were following, following. Boots scuffling, Brodie pursuing with a wide, patient grin; he was in no hurry, he was so sure of her! His hands were almost on her.
Suddenly his face became very red and he spoke angrily in German. "Thanks, buddy," Stan said. "I'm glad you speak American." The German shrugged his shoulders and went on working. Swen looked at Stan and said: "I am your helper. I could have handed you that wrench." "I just wanted to be sure Heinie, here, could understand everything we say. I noticed that he was just playing with that oil gauge.
At that moment the tall German who had been working at the next bench came running up. He was out of breath when he halted before Stan. "I am to be your helper." He turned upon Swen. "Get out into the shop." "Sorry to lose you, Swen," Stan called after the boy. He turned to the new helper. "They sure sent you back on the run. Did you get a good skinning?" The German scowled at Stan.
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