"That is what the English say always.

All right! As if it were ever wrong with me, and the sea! We know each other,--we do each other no harm.

_You_ may die on the sea, but _I_ shall not! No, there is another way to Valhalla!" "Oh, I dare say there are no end of ways," said Errington good-temperedly, still poising himself on the ladder, and holding on to the side of his yacht, as he watched his late visitor take the oars and move off.

"Good-bye, Sigurd! Take care of yourself! Hope I shall see you again soon." But Sigurd replied not.

Bending to the oars, he rowed swiftly and strongly, and Sir Philip, pulling up the ladder and closing the gangway, saw the little skiff flying over the water like a bird in the direction of the Gueldmar's landing-place.