the cow should have gone down in the marsh to-day and that he
should have rescued her."

Lars paused and again cleared his throat. Jan rose and moved toward
him; but neither he nor any of the others had an answer ready.

"I don't know how Jan happened to be the one who heard the cow
bellowing up in the marsh," pursued Lars. "Perhaps he was nearer
the scene when the mishap occurred than he would have us think.
Maybe he saw a possibility of getting out of debt and deliberately
drove the cow--"

Jan brought his fist down on the table with a crash that made the
cups jump in their saucers.

"You judge others by yourself, you!" he said, "That's the sort of
thing you might do, but not I. You must know that I can see through
your tricks. One day last winter you--"

But just when Jan was on the point of saying something that could
only have ended in an irreparable break between himself and his
employer, the old housewife tipped him by the coat sleeve.

"Look out, Jan!" said she.

Jan did so. Then he saw Katrina coming toward the house with a
letter in her hand.

That was surely the letter from Glory Goldie which they had been
longing for every day since her departure. Katrina, knowing how