Then Ragnhild spoke up well and with spirit--and may Heaven bless her for the lie! “I? No, indeed, 'twas Fruen herself one day.” “Oh? Well, well. I only wondered how it was they had gone.” Relieved--relieved the Captain was to hear it. As he was leaving he told Ragnhild to say I was not to go away from Øvrebø till he returned. XIV No, I didn't go away. I worked on, tramped through the weariest days of my life to their end, and finished laying the pipes. It was a bit of a change for us all on the place the first time we could draw water from a tap, and we were none the worse for something new to talk about for a while. Lars Falkenberg had left us. He and I had got rid of all disagreement between us at the last, and were as we had been in the old days when we were mates and tramped the roads together. He was better off than many another, was Lars; light of heart and empty of head; and thereto unconscionably sound and strong. True, there would be no more singing up at the house for him now or ever after, but he seemed to have grown a trifle doubtful of his voice himself the last few years, and contented himself now for the most part with the things he had sung--once upon a time--at dances and gentlefolk's parties. No, Lars Falkenberg was none so badly off. He'd his own little holding, with keep for two cows and a pig; and a wife and children he had as well. But what were Grindhusen and I to turn our hands to now? I could go off wandering anywhere, but Grindhusen, good soul, was no wanderer. All he could do was to stay on at one place and work till he was dismissed. And when the stern decision came, he was so upset that he could not take it easily, but felt he was being specially hardly used. Then after a while he grew confident again, and full of a childlike trust--not in himself, but in Fate, in Providence--sat down resignedly, and said: “Ay, well, 'twill be all right, let's hope, with God's help.” But he was happy enough. He settled down with marvellous ease at whatever place he came to, and could stay there till he died if it rested with himself. Home he need not go; the children were grown up now, and his wife never troubled him. No, this red-haired old sinner of former days--all he needed now was a place, and work. “Where are you going after this?” he asked me. “A long way, up in the hills, to Trovatn, to a forest.” He did not believe me in the least, but he answered quickly and evasively: “Ay, I dare say, yes.” After we had finished the pipes, Nils sent Grindhusen and myself up cutting wood till the Captain returned. We cut up and stacked the top-ends the woodmen had left; neat and steady work it was. “We'll be turned off, both of us,” said Grindhusen. “When Captain comes, eh?” “You might get work here for the winter,” I said. “A thousand dozen battens means a lot of small stuff left over that you could saw up for a reasonable wage.” “Well, talk to the Captain about it,” he said.