d in winning a great victory with Salve. After what she had gone
through that night, this was everything to her.

There was a fine energetic look of determination in her face, and her
eyes were moist with tears as she bent over the child in her lap and
whispered--

"If he cannot trust us, we two must teach him--mustn't we, Gjert?"

CHAPTER XXIII.

Towards dinner-time Salve and Nils Buvaagen were standing for a moment
together by the ship's side.

The storm had perceptibly lulled, but the weather was still dull and
hazy, and the sea high. Two or three sea-gulls were circling drearily
between them and the coast, where they could now see a long line of
yellow foaming breakers like a huge wall, rising and falling on the
sandbanks, with here and there a mast-high jet of spray from some reef
outside. Although the wind was on shore they could hear the dull thunder
of the breakers there, and a kind of dim rumbling in the air. The next
three or four hours would obviously decide their fate.

Neither spoke; each was occupied with his own reflections. Nils was
thinking of his wife and children at home, and Salve of his future. It
was hard to lose the brig; he had worked hard for the money she
represented, and he would have now to begin again on the lowest step of
the ladder--if he escaped with his life, that was to say.

Less selfish thoughts succeeded then, and he turned to Nils.

"What I feel most in this business, Nils," he said, earnestly, "is the
thought that you or any of the others may perhaps pay the penalty for my
mad sailing last night, with your lives. The brig is my own affair."

"Oh, it will be all right, captain, you'll see," replied Nils,
cheeringly. "If we can hang on to the old craft while she bumps over the
banks, we shall manage somehow or other inside I expect."

"God grant it!" said Salve, and turned away.

Nils remained standing where he was for a moment, and something like a
spasm passed across his heavy features. He believed their situation to
be desperate, and the vision of his home again rose before him, and
almost choked him.

"Relieve the pumps!" was heard. It was his turn again, and he gave
himself unweariedly to the work.

Salve seemed like one conscience-smitten. His face wore an expression of
strained uneasiness, and his look more and more, as the moments passed,
betokened the consciousness that a struggle for life was before them.
Through the glass a knot of people could be se