sna-fowl[5] in his crop."

[1] "Madram," extravagant action, the result of wild, animal spirits.

[2] Frisky simpletons.

[3] "Katyogle," snowy owl.

[4] "Sandyloos," ringed plover.

[5] "Sna-fowl," snow buntings.

CHAPTER XXII.

"GIVE YE GOOD COUNSEL."

When they reached Moolapund they found all the household up and
assembled for breakfast. Even Signy--though she looked pale and
nervous--was there. The _Laulie's_ approach had been noticed, but Mr.
Adiesen merely remarked, "Your young friends come to fetch you, Mr.
Garson, I suppose?"

He exchanged a knowing look with Fred. They had been conversing in
private that morning for two hours, and both came into the
breakfast-room with beaming faces. Even Aunt Osla could see without
spectacles that a great change had come over her brother, and the good
lady's heart was lightened, for she was sure the feud had come to an
end at last.

Yaspard came to much the same conclusion when he ushered his companions
into the house, and saw Uncle Brues leaning familiarly on Fred's arm,
and quite ready to greet the Lunda boys with cordiality.

This was what our Viking-boy had longed for, and had hoped to bring
about; yet there was a comical regret mingled with his pleasure as he
thought, "There will be no more excuse for my Viking raids."

As they all gathered around the table Mr. Adiesen said, "I suppose you
came for your captain, young gentlemen?"

A moment's pause. "Yes," said Harry; "we were sure he would want to
get home soon to report Signy and Yaspard all right, but----"

"There's a 'but,' is there? Well?" said the Laird with a smile, which
was reflected on Fred's face.

"We did not _leave home_ with such an intention," Harry went on
resolutely. "We came to join Yaspard in a quest which ended in a
muddle."

"Because I wasn't there," said the Viking. And then they told all
about their night's work; and Tom prefaced the telling by a very
sensible remark. "It's got to be known, and we'd much rather have it
all out, and take the consequences as you like. It might look like
being sneaky, or fibicating, if we held our tongues."

When all was confessed Mr. Adiesen turned to his nephew. "Yaspard," he
said, "you are usually truthful and candid; why have you allowed me to
hear all this from some one else?"

"I was afraid that you would stop me from having any more raids, and
that the feud would have it all its own way after this." He looked
straig