The things we do!

Then suddenly I
remembered the ax; Falkenberg might not find it where I'd put it. I went
back, knocked at the kitchen door, and left a message for him where it
was.
Going down the road, I turned once or twice and looked back towards the
windows of the house. Then all was out of sight.


XXVI

I circled round all that day, keeping near to Ovrebo; looked in at one or
two farms to ask for work, and wandered on again like an outcast,
aimlessly. It was a chill, unkindly day, and I had need of all my walking
to keep warm.
Towards evening I made over to my old working place among the Captain's
timber. I heard no sound of the ax; Falkenberg had gone home. I found the
trees I had felled the night before, and laughed outright at the ghastly
looking stumps I had left. Falkenberg would surely have seen the havoc,
and wondered who could have done it. Possibly he might have set it down to
witchcraft, and fled home accordingly before it got dark. Falkenberg!...
Hahaha!
But it was no healthy merriment, I doubt--a thing born of the fever and
the weakness that followed it.


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