You know the place ?" Huldricksson bowed--a white gleam as of ice showing in his blue eyes.
"It is there ?" he asked.
"It is there that we must first search," I answered.
"Good!" said Olaf Huldricksson.

"It is good!" He looked at Da Costa inquiringly and the little Portuguese, following his thought, answered his unspoken question.
"We should be at Ponape tomorrow morning early, Olaf." "Good!" repeated the Norseman.

He looked away, his eyes tear-filled.
A restraint fell upon us; the embarrassment all men experience when they feel a great sympathy and a great pity, to neither of which they quite know how to give expression.

By silent consent we discussed at breakfast only the most casual topics.
When the meal was over Huldricksson expressed a desire to go aboard the Brunhilda.
The Suwarna hove to and Da Costa and he dropped into the small boat.
When they reached the Brunhilda's deck I saw Olaf take the wheel and the two fall into earnest talk.

I beckoned to O'Keefe and we stretched ourselves out on the bow hatch under cover of the foresail.