Next morning the fever is gone; I am still a little weak, but make ready to go out to the wood all the same. “You won't need to put on your woodcutting things again,” says Falkenberg. “I told you that before.” True! Nevertheless, I put on those things, seeing the others are wet. Falkenberg is a little awkward with me now, because of breaking our plan; by way of excuse, he says he thought I was taking work at the vicarage. “So you're not coming up to the hills, then?” I asked. “H'm! No, I don't think so--no. And you know yourself, I'm sick of tramping around. I'll not get a better chance than this.” I make as if it was no great matter to me, and take up a sudden interest in Petter; worst of all for him, poor fellow, to be turned out and nowhere to go. “Nowhere to go?” echoes Falkenberg. “When he's lain here the three weeks he's allowed to stay sick by law, he'll go back home again. His father's a farmer.” Then Falkenberg declares it's like losing part of himself to have me go. If it wasn't for Emma, he'd break his word to the Captain after all. “Here,” he says, “I'll give you these.” “What's that?” “It's the certificates. I shan't want them now, but they may be the saving of you at a pinch. If you ever wanted to tune a piano, say.” And he hands me the papers and the key. But, seeing I haven't his ear for music, the things are no use to me; and I tell him so. I could better handle a grindstone than a piano. Whereat Falkenberg burst out laughing, relieved to find me ready with a jest to the last.... Falkenberg goes out. I have time to laze a little, and lie down all dressed on the bed, resting and thinking. Well, our work was at an end; we should have had to go anyhow. I could not reckon on staying here for all eternity. The only thing outside all calculation was that Falkenberg should stay. If only it had been me they'd offered his work, I'd have worked enough for two! Now, was there any chance of buying him off, I wondered? To tell the truth, I fancied I had noticed something before; as if the Captain were not altogether pleased to have this labourer about the place bearing his own name. Well, perhaps I had been wrong. I thought and thought. After all, I had been a good workman, as far as I knew, and I had never stolen a moment of the Captain's time for work on my own invention.... I fell asleep again, and wakened at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Before I had time to get properly to my feet, there was the Captain himself in the doorway. “Don't get up,” he said kindly, and turned as if to go again. “Still, seeing you're awake, we might settle up. What do you say?” I said it was as he pleased, and many thanks.