“I am ready—I have been waiting for him to call me. I will go this hour.”
“Be patient. Every thing must be done wisely and in order. The first thing is supper. I came away without mine, so now I will eat with thee. Get the tea ready; then I will tell thee all I know.”
As Snorro moved about, the doctor looked at his home. Every piece of furniture in it was of Snorro’s own manufacture. His bed was a sailor’s bunk against the wall, made soft with sheep-fleeces and covered with seal-skins. A chair of woven rushes for little Jan, a couple of stools and a table made from old packing boxes, and a big hearth-rug of sheep-skins, that was all. But over the fireplace hung the pictured Christ, and some rude shelves were filled with the books Jan had brought him. On the walls, also, were harpoons and seal spears, a fowling-piece, queer ribbons and branches of sea weeds, curiosities given him by sailors from all countries, stuffed birds and fish skeletons, and a score of other things, which enabled the doctor to understand what a house of enchantment it must be to a boy like little Jan.
In a few minutes the table was set, and Snorro had poured out the minister’s tea, and put before him a piece of bread and a slice of broiled mutton. As for himself he could not eat, he only looked at the doctor with eyes of pathetic anxiety.
“Snorro, dost thou understand that to go to Jan now is to leave, forever perhaps, thy native land?”
“Wherever Jan is, that land is best of all.”
“He will be in Portsmouth ere thou arrive there. First, thou must sail to Wick; there, thou wilt get a boat to Leith, and at Leith take one for London. What wilt thou do in London?”
“Well, then, I have a tongue in my head; I will ask my way to Portsmouth. When I am there it will be easy to find Jan’s ship, and then Jan. What help can thou give me in the matter?”