his house; and that the same girl was now to be his son's wife--the idea
was absolutely intolerable!

At last he could contain himself no longer. Salvé had just deposited a
coil of rope aft, and the captain, after watching his movements with
evidently suppressed irritation, broke out suddenly, without preface of
any kind--

"You, I believe, had some acquaintance with that--that Elizabeth Raklev
I took into my house."

Salvé felt the blood rush to his heart. He seemed to know what was
coming.

"The post," the captain continued, in a bitterly contemptuous tone, "has
brought me the delightful intelligence that my son has engaged himself
to her."

"Congratulate you, captain," said Salvé. His voice almost failed him,
and he was deadly pale, but his eyes flashed with a wild defiance.

He went forward, and the captain growled after him to himself, "He can
have that to fret over now instead of the food;" and as the mate was
coming up the cabin stairs at the moment polishing the sextant, he
turned away with a look of grim satisfaction to take the altitude.

When the Juno last sailed from Arendal she had changed two of her crew.
One of the new hands was a square-built, coarse-featured,
uncouth-looking creature, from the fjord region north of Stavanger, who
called himself Nils Buvaagen, but whose name had been changed by the