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 Bernick.

Is anything the matter, Mr. Krap?

Krap.

I have nothing to say, Consul.

Sandstad.

Every man on board the Indian Girl is drunk. If those animals ever get over alive, I'm no prophet.

Lona enters from the right.

Lona.

[To Bernick.] Johan told me to say good-bye for him.

Bernick.

Is he on board already?

Lona.

He will be soon, at any rate. We parted outside the hotel.

Bernick.

And he holds to his purpose?

Lona.

Firm as a rock.

Rummel.

[At one of the windows.] Deuce take these new-fangled arrangements. I can't get these curtains drawn.

Lona.

Are they to be drawn? I thought, on the contrary

Rummel.

They are to be drawn at first, Miss Hessel. Of course you know what is going on?