"Well, then, I'll send Emma down with that shirt of yours at once," said
Lars. "And good luck to you. And don't forget what I said."
And that was farewell to Lars.
A little farther down I slackened my pace. After all, there was no real
hurry about the few things I had to pack and finish off. I turned back and
walked up again a little, whistling in the moonlight. It was a fine
evening, not cold at all, only a soft, obedient calm all over the woods.
Half an hour passed, and then to my surprise came Emma, bringing my shirt.
* * * * *
Next morning neither Grindhusen nor I went to the woods. Grindhusen was
uneasy.
"Did you speak to the Captain about me?" he asked.
"I haven't spoken to him."
"Oh, I know he'll turn me off now, you see! If he had any sense, he'd let
me stay on to cut up all that cord-wood. But what's he know about things?
It's as much as he can manage to keep a man at all."
"Why, what's this, Grindhusen? You seemed to like the Captain well enough
before.
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