“Who will?”
“Captain Olaf.”
“Well, who’s he?”
“He is the captain of the Rensdyr. He will kill me.”
“No, he won’t, my hearty. You shall have fair play. Who is he?”
“My step-father, Olaf Petersen. He beat me and starved me, and I ran away from the Rensdyr in the boat.”
“O, ho! The story is out—is it?”
“That’s the whole truth, sir; it is, Mr. Peaks,” protested Ole. “Don’t go to her!”
“Don’t you be alarmed. You shall have fair play,” added the stout boatswain, as the steamer ran alongside the schooner, and the man at the bow made her fast.
