he deserved, and gave him to understand that I knew nothing of Johan Tönnesen being rich. "Indeed!" says he; "that's strange. In America people generally get on when they have something to start with, and we know your cousin didn't go over empty-handed."
Bernick.
H'm, be so good as to
Mrs. Bernick.
[Troubled.] There, you see, Karsten
Hilmar.
Well, at any rate, not a wink have I slept for thinking of the fellow. And there he goes calmly marching about the streets, as if he had nothing to be ashamed of. Why couldn't he have been disposed of for good? Some people are intolerably tough.
Mrs. Bernick.
Oh, Hilmar, what are you saying?
Hilmar.
Oh, nothing, nothing. Only here he escapes safe and sound from railways accidents, and fights with Californian bears and Blackfoot Indians; why, he's not even scalpedUgh! here they are.
Bernick.
[Looks down the street.] Olaf with them too.
Hilmar.
Yes, of course; catch them letting people forget that they belong to the first family in the town. Look, look, there come all the loafers out of
