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 being empty, and his knapsack and clothes gone

Bernick.

Yes, yes?

Mrs. Bernick.

I ran; I got hold of Aune; we went out in his sailing-boat; the American ship was on the point of sailing. Thank Heaven, we arrived in time—we got on board—we searched in the hold—and we found him. Oh, Karsten, you mustn't punish him!

Bernick.

Betty!

Mrs. Bernick.

Nor Aune either!

Bernick.

Aune? What of him? Is the Indian Girl under sail again?

Mrs. Bernick.

No, that is just the thing

Bernick.

Speak, speak!

Mrs. Bernick.

Aune was as terrified as I was; the search took some time; darkness came on, and the pilot made objections: so Aune ventured—in your name

Bernick.

Well?

Mrs. Bernick.

To stop the ship till to-morrow.

Krap.

H'm