"So there you are! Ha, ha! What have you got in the box?" And he rushed at him; but the other one quickly changed his box from right to left hand, and held it behind him; it was impossible for Edward to get hold of it. "What are you thinking of lad? Do you fancy you can escape? Give up the box!" "No, you shan't have it!" "What! you won't obey? Then I'll just go down and ask." "No; oh no!" "Indeed but I will though." "No, you won't?" "Yes, I shall!" And he pushed past and tried to go down. "I'll tell all, if only you'll not tell again." "Not tell again? Are you out of your senses?" "Oh, but you must not tell!" "What a ridiculous idea! Give me the box or I'm away down to ask!" shouted he. "Well, you'll not tell about it?" And Ole's eyes filled with tears. "I won't promise." "Don't tell, Edward!" "I tell you I won't promise. Out with the box; look sharp!" "Indeed it's nothing wrong. Do you hear, Edward?" "Then if it's nothing wrong, I suppose you can give it me. Come, be quick!" Boylike, Ole took this as a sort of half promise; he looked imploringly at him and began hesitatingly: "I go down there to--to--oh, you know--to walk in the ways of God." This last was said very timidly and he burst into tears. "In the ways of God?" repeated Edward, half uneasily but highly astonished. Then he remembered that once in a very drowsy geography class, the master had asked, "What are the best kind of roads or ways?" The answer in the lesson-book was, "The best way for the exportation of wares is by sea." "Well," repeated the master, "what ways arc the best? Answer, you, Tuft!" "The ways of God," answered Tuft. In an instant the whole class was wide awake, a roar of laughter gave evidence of it. But for all that Edward Kallem did not really know the true meaning of "God's ways." Ole down in the fishing village, and walking in the ways of God! From sheer curiosity he forgot that he was a member of the moral police force, and blurted out, just like any other school-boy, "I don't understand what you mean, Ole; walking in the ways of God, did you say?" Ole noticed the change at once; those wild-looking eyes were friendly again, but still had that strange light which indeed never left them. Edward Kallem was the one of all his school-fellows whom Ole secretly admired the most. The peasant boy suffered much from the town boys' superior brightness and sharpness, and both these qualities were very much to the fore in Edward Kallem. And besides, there was as it were a halo round his head--he was his brown-haired sister's brother.