By-and-by he resumed in quieter tones-- "Now, my lads, you know what we are--both of us accursed in the opinion of the Lutheran community.

My child belongs to the so-called idolatrous Church of Rome.

I am one of the very last of the 'heathen barbarians,'"-- and the old fellow smiled sarcastically, "though, truth to tell, for a barbarian, I am not such a fool as some folks would have you think.

If the snuffling Dyceworthy and I competed at a spelling examination, I'm pretty sure 'tis I would have the prize! But, as I said,--you know us,--and if our ways are likely to offend you, then let us part good friends before the swords are fairly drawn." "No sword will be drawn on my side, I assure you, sir," said Errington, advancing and laying one hand on the _bonde's_ shoulder.

"I hope you will believe me when I say I shall esteem it an honor and a privilege to know more of you." "And though you won't accept me as a servant of Odin," added Lorimer, "you really cannot prevent me from trying to make myself agreeable to you.