"Look here, Ola," nodded the captain, "it is not worth while to let him hear anything but that the bay can see with both eyes here with us."
When Great-Ola, in breaking-up time in spring, was driving a load of wood home from the Gilje ridge, he was obliged to turn out on a snow-drift for Dr. Rist, who was coming in a sleigh from the north.
"Driving with the bay, I see. Has the captain got him so that he's all right? Does he cling just as hard to the side of the road?"
"No, of course not. The captain was the man to make that all right. He is no more one-sided now than I am."
"As if I was going to believe that, you liar," mumbled the doctor, while he whipped his horse and drove on.
Chapter V
The captain was in a dreadful humor; the doors were banging the whole forenoon.
At dinner time there was a sultry breathing spell, during which Jörgen and Thea sat with their eyes on their plates, extremely cautious not to give any occasion for an explosion.