"No."
"He sends up for me now and again, and when I get there, it's not for
anything particular--only wants to have a bit of a chat with me, that's
all. Ay, a fine fellow is the engineer!"
It is getting late. Grindhusen yawns again, creeps into the hut and lies
down.
* * * * *
Next morning we cleared the jam. "Come up with me my way a bit," says
Grindhusen. And I went. After an hour's walking, we sighted the fields and
buildings of a hill farm up among the trees. And suddenly I recollect the
sheep Grindhusen had found.
"Was it up this way you found that sheep?" I ask.
Grindhusen looks at me.
"Here? No, that was ever so far away--right over toward Trovatn."
"But Trovatn's only in the next parish, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's what I say. It's ever so far away from here."
But now Grindhusen does not care to have my company farther; he stops, and
thanks me for coming up so far. I might just as well go up to the farm
with him, and I say so; but Grindhusen, it seems, is not going up to the
farm at all--he never did.
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