[1] "Owzkerry," scoop for baling water.
CHAPTER XXI.
"NOUGHT HAD'ST THOU TO PRAISE."
When Trullya disappeared, the ogre turned upon the boys with a savageness that was very much put on; for their rueful looks, disappointment, headlong action, and love of fun, had appealed to him in a way he was not prepared to combat very seriously. But he was not going to let them know that. He laid a hand heavily on Tom's shoulder, and asked, "How came you to know about the seal?"
"I saw her at the window, and I guessed a lot."
Mr. Neeven saw in the four candid faces before him that there was more to tell.
"How did you find your way into my house, and to that particular portion of it? Very few persons know about those passages and places."
They were silent. They would not tell on Yaspard, and seeing that his question remained likely to be unanswered, he asked another.
"Haven't you entered into a Viking campaign, with my young relative Yaspard Adiesen for your 'enemy,' of all games in the world?"