As she went about she put questions in a low voice to her husband; and Salve, who was sitting with his cheek in his hand staring into the fire, heard her say-- "Perhaps he was the owner of the vessel himself ?" "Yes, she was all the property we possessed," Salve answered, quietly.
"But we are none the less grateful to your husband for rescuing us, and we have unfortunately very little to thank him with for venturing his life out on the banks in such weather." "So you've been at that game again, Ib," said the wife, turning to her husband reproachfully, but not seeming altogether sincere in her reproach.
Turning to Salve then she said a little curtly, "For the like of that we take no payment," adding in a milder tone, "We have two sons ourselves who ply to Norway--there's a bad coast there too." Salve was pale and worn out with over-exertion, and after taking a mouthful of food he lay down to rest.

But he could not sleep, and towards morning he was lying awake listening to the dull booming of the distant sea.

Elizabeth was tossing about feverishly and talking in her sleep.

Her brain was evidently busy with the terrors of the previous night, and from occasional words it seemed as if he had a share in her thoughts.

He lay and listened, though there was not much to be made out of her disjointed utterances.