Vigeland: There, now the papers are in order, Mr. Bernick.

Bernick: Good, good.

Krap (in a low voice): And I suppose it is settled that the
"Indian Girl" is to sail tomorrow?

Bernick: Yes. (Goes into his room. VIGELAND and KRAP go out to
the right. HILMAR is just going after them, when OLAF puts his
head carefully out of the door on the left.)

Olaf: Uncle! Uncle Hilmar!

Hilmar: Ugh, is it you? Why don't you stay upstairs? You know you
are confined to the house.

Olaf (coming a step or two nearer): Hush! Uncle Hilmar, have you
heard the news?

Hilmar: Yes, I have heard that you got a thrashing today.

Olaf (looking threateningly towards his father's room): He shan't
thrash me any more. But have you heard that Uncle Johan is going
to sail tomorrow with the Americans?

Hilmar: What has that got to do with you? You had better run
upstairs again.

Olaf: Perhaps I shall be going for a buffalo hunt, too, one of