Herr Mack had a boat in a shed under the cliff, and had ordered her to tar it. He watched her every step—she had to obey.
“But why in the shed there? Why not at the quay?”
“Herr Mack ordered it so..
“Eva, Eva, my love, they make a slave of you and you do not complain. See! now you are smiling again, and life streams through your smile, for all that you are a slave.”
When I got up to my mining work, I found a surprise. I could see that someone had been on the spot. I examined the tracks and recognised the print of Herr Mack's long, pointed shoes. What could he be ferreting about here for? I thought to myself, and looked round. No one to be seen—I had no suspicion.
And I fell to hammering with my drill, never dreaming what harm I did.
XXX
The mail-packet came; it brought my uniform; it was to take the Baron and all his cases of scales and seaweeds on board. Now it was loading up barrels of herrings and oil at the quay; towards evening it would be off again.