He stood with his cap in his hand waiting, feeling heart-faint with anxiety. Then an officer said some words to Jan, and he turned and looked at Snorro.
“Snorro! Snorro!”
The cry was clear and glad, and the next moment Jan was clasping both his old friend’s hands. As for Snorro, his look of devotion, of admiration, of supreme happiness was enough. It was touching beyond all words, and Jan felt his eyes fill as he took his arm and led him into his cabin.
“I am come to thee, my captain. I would have come, had thou been at the end of the earth.”
“And we will part no more, Snorro, we two. Give me thy hand on that promise.”
“No more, no more, my captain.”
“To thee, I am always ‘Jan.’”
“My heart shall call thee ‘Jan,’ but my lips shall always say ‘my captain,’ so glad are they to say it! Shall I not sail with thee as long as we two live?”
“We are mates for life, Snorro.”