Boarding the Rensdyr. Page [344].
Peaks was on her deck in another instant, and had Clyde by the collar.
“I want you, my lad,” said he.
“Let me alone!” cried the Briton, who had not recognized his tyrant till he was in his grasp, for the simple reason that he did not expect to see him at that time and place.
“No use to kick or yell, my jolly Briton. I never let go,” added the boatswain.
At this moment there was a yell from the steamer. Captain Olaf no sooner discovered his lost step-son, than he sprang upon him like a tiger. Ole howled in his terror. Peaks dragged Clyde on board the steamer, and tossing him on the seat at the stern, turned his attention to the skipper of the schooner.
“Steady! hold up, my hearty,” said he, pulling the old Norwegian from his prey.
“My boy! My son! He steal my boat, and leave me,” said Olaf, furiously.
“He says you didn’t treat him well; that you starved and beat him.”
“I’ll bet Ole told the truth,” interposed Clyde, who seemed suddenly to have laid aside his wrath. “Captain Olaf is a brute.”