"Can the boy go
in for it?"
"The boy's as ill to spare as a man for us now," said Nils. "If he's to
drive in to the station now, he won't be back till late tomorrow; that's a
day and a half lost."
"Bravo!" I said to myself again. Nils had spoken to me before about that
case at the station; it was a new consignment of liquor; the maids had
heard about it.
There was some more talk this way and that. The Captain frowned; he had
never known a busy season last so long before. Nils lost his temper, and
said at last: "If you take the boy off his field work, then I go." And
then he did as he and I had agreed beforehand, and asked me straight out:
"Will you go, too?"
"Yes," said I.
At that the Captain gave way, and said with a smile: "Conspiracy, I see.
But I don't mind saying you're right in a way. And you're good fellows to
work."
But the Captain saw but little of our work, and little pleasure it gave
him. He looked out now and again, no doubt, over his fields, and saw how
much was ploughed and sown, but that was all.
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