Johan, you won’t sail now with the _Indian Girl_. JOHAN. Now more than ever. BERNICK. Then you will not come back again? JOHAN. I shall come back. BERNICK. After this? What would you do after this? JOHAN. Revenge myself on the whole band of you; crush as many of you as I can. _He goes out to the right._ VIGELAND _and_ KRAP _come from the Consul’s office._ VIGELAND. Well, the papers are in order now, Consul. BERNICK. Good, good—— KRAP. [_In a low voice._] Then it is settled that the _Indian Girl_ is to sail to-morrow. BERNICK. She is to sail. _He goes into his room._ VIGELAND _and_ KRAP _go out to the right._ HILMAR TÖNNESEN _is following them, when_ OLAF _peeps cautiously out at the door on the left._ OLAF. Uncle! Uncle Hilmar! HILMAR. Ugh, is that you? Why don’t you stay upstairs? You know you are under arrest. OLAF. [_Comes a few steps forward._] Sh! Uncle Hilmar, do you know the news? HILMAR. I know that you got a thrashing to-day. OLAF. [_Looks threateningly towards his father’s room._] He sha’n’t thrash me again. But do you know that Uncle Johan is to sail to-morrow with the Americans? HILMAR. What’s that to you? You get upstairs again! OLAF. Perhaps I may go buffalo-hunting yet, uncle. HILMAR. Rubbish! such a young milksop as you—— OLAF. Just wait a little; you shall hear something to-morrow! HILMAR. Little blockhead! [_He goes out through the garden._ OLAF, _catching sight of_ KRAP, _who comes from the right, runs in again and shuts the door._ KRAP. [_Goes up to the Consul’s door and opens it a little._] Excuse my coming again, Consul, but it’s blowing up to a hurricane. [_He waits a moment; there is no answer._] Is the _Indian Girl_ to sail in spite of it? [_After a short pause._ BERNICK. [_Answers from the office._] The _Indian Girl_ is to sail in spite of it. [KRAP _shuts the door and goes out again to the right._ ACT FOURTH. _The garden-room in_ CONSUL BERNICK’S _house. The table has been removed. It is a stormy afternoon, already half dark, and growing darker._