[Enters from the office.] They’ll send him back with the pilot, Consul.
Hilmar.
No, no; he has written to me. [Showing the letter.] He says he’s going to hide among the cargo until they are fairly out to sea.
Bernick.
I shall never see him again!
Rummel.
Oh, nonsense; a good stout ship, newly repaired——
Vigeland.
[Who has also come in.]——and in your own yard, too, Consul.
Bernick.