"I wonder what they would say to that at home in Lubeck ?" "Aye, what!" repeated Fritz; and, in a second, his thoughts were far away across the rolling Atlantic.

His mental eyes could see--as plainly as if the scene was there before him, now, in that little valley between the cliffs of the desert isle where the two brothers were--the house in the Gulden Strasse, with the dear home faces belonging to it.

Yes, there they were in a loving vision, the "little mother," Lorischen, and Madaleine, not forgetting Gelert or Mouser even; while the old-fashioned town, with its antique gateway and pillared market platz, and quaint Dom Kirche and clock of the rolling eyes, seemed moving past in a mental panorama before him! Eric recalled him presently to himself by a pertinent inquiry.
"We'll have to see to our boat to hunt the seals in, won't we ?" he asked.
"Yes, certainly," said Fritz, fixing his mind on present things with an effort.

"I hope it's all right!" "You may make sure of that," answered Eric.

"I wasn't going to let any harm happen to the boat which the good captain so kindly gave us! No.
I have been down to look at and overhaul it every day--keeping water in it besides, that the seams should not open with the heat and make it leak." "Then it is quite seaworthy ?" "Oh, yes, without doubt." "Well, I tell you what we'll do," said Fritz.