Now if all had been as usual, Caesar would also have obeyed the command, and the boy would have been so well guarded that he couldn’t have run the least risk.  But Caesar was not like himself these days.  He knew that the farmers who lived along Takern had held frequent conferences about the lowering of the lake; and that they had almost settled the matter.  The ducks must leave, and Caesar should nevermore behold a glorious chase.  He was so preoccupied with thoughts of this misfortune, that he did not remember to watch over Per Ola.

And the little one had scarcely been alone in the yard a minute, before he realised that now the right moment was come to go down to Takern and talk with Jarro.  He opened a gate, and wandered down toward the lake on the narrow path which ran along the banks.  As long as he could be seen from the house, he walked slowly; but afterward he increased his pace.  He was very much afraid that mother, or someone else, should call to him that he couldn’t go.  He didn’t wish to do anything naughty, only to persuade Jarro to come home; but he felt that those at home would not have approved of the undertaking.

When Per Ola came down to the lake-shore, he called Jarro several times.  Thereupon he stood for a long time and waited, but no Jarro appeared.  He saw several birds that resembled the wild duck, but they flew by without noticing him, and he could understand that none among them was the right one.

When Jarro didn’t come to him, the little boy thought that it would be easier to find him if he went out on the lake.  There were several good craft lying along the shore, but they were tied.  The only one that lay loose, and at liberty, was an old leaky scow which was so unfit that no one thought of using it.  But Per Ola scrambled up in it without caring that the whole bottom was filled with water.  He had not strength enough to use the oars, but instead, he seated himself to swing and rock in the scow.  Certainly no grown person would have succeeded in moving a scow out on Takern in that manner; but when the tide is high—­and ill-luck to the fore—­little children have a marvellous faculty for getting out to sea.  Per Ola was soon riding around on Takern, and calling for Jarro.

When the old scow was rocked like this—­out to sea—­its Cracks opened wider and wider, and the water actually streamed into it.  Per Ola didn’t pay the slightest attention to this.  He sat upon the little bench in front and called to every bird he saw, and wondered why Jarro didn’t appear.

At last Jarro caught sight of Per Ola.  He heard that someone called him by the name which he had borne among human beings, and he understood that the boy had gone out on Takern to search for him.  Jarro was unspeakably happy to find that one of the humans really loved him.  He shot down toward Per Ola, like an arrow, seated himself beside him, and let him caress him.  They were both very happy to see each other again.  But suddenly Jarro noticed the condition of the scow.  It was half-filled with water, and was almost ready to sink.  Jarro tried to tell Per Ola that he, who could neither fly nor swim, must try to get upon land; but Per Ola didn’t understand him.  Then Jarro did not wait an instant, but hurried away to get help.