It was long, though, before Elizabeth could get out of her thoughts the handsome young officer who had sat there by the fire.

And many a time would she conjure up his form on the bench again--particularly as he looked when he held up his glass and glanced over to her while he sang-- "Hurrah! then, boys, for the one of your mind, That never, oh, never, you'll leave behind." Subsequently to this, Carl Beck made repeated excursions out to Torungen to shoot sea-birds, and, by preference, alone in his sailing-boat.

But, whether it was an instinct or not on her side, it happened somehow that he never had any further conversation with her without the old man being with them..