“I really don’t know how I shall get out of the scrape,” he said to himself.  “One can not allow one’s self to be saved from death, nursed and cured without any other return than a mere thank you.  I am under deep obligations to Hulda and Joel, that is undeniable; but the services they have rendered me are not of a kind that can be repaid with money.  On the other hand, these worthy people appear to be perfectly happy, and I can do nothing to add to their happiness!  Still, we shall probably have many talks together, and while we are talking, perhaps—­”

During the three or four days the professor was obliged to keep his leg upon a stool he and the young Hansens had many pleasant chats together, but unfortunately it was with some reserve on the brother’s and sister’s part.  Neither of them had much to say about their mother, whose cold and preoccupied manner had not escaped Sylvius Hogg’s notice, and from a feeling of prudence they hesitated to reveal to their guest the uneasiness excited by Ole Kamp’s delay, for might they not impair his good humor by telling him their troubles?

“And yet we perhaps make a great mistake in not confiding in Mister Sylvius,” Joel remarked to her sister, one day.  “He is a very clever man, and through his influential acquaintances he might perhaps be able to find out whether the Naval Department is making any effort to ascertain what has become of the ‘Viking.’”

“You are right, Joel,” replied Hulda.  “I think we had better tell him all; but let us wait until he has entirely recovered from his hurt.”

“That will be very soon,” rejoined Joel.

By the end of the week Sylvius Hogg was able to leave his room without assistance, though he still limped a little; and he now began to spend hours on the benches in front of the house, gazing at the snow-clad summit of Gousta, while the Maan dashed merrily along at his feet.

People were continually passing over the road that led from Dal to the Rjukanfos now.  Most of them were tourists who stopped an hour or two at Dame Hanson’s inn either to breakfast or dine.  There were also students in plenty with knapsacks on their backs, and the little Norwegian cockade in their caps.

Many of them knew the professor, so interminable greetings were exchanged, and cordial salutations, which showed how much Sylvius Hogg was loved by these young people.

“What, you here, Mister Sylvius?” they would exclaim.

“Yes, my friend.”

“You, who are generally supposed to be in the remotest depths of the Hardanger!”

“People are mistaken, then.  It was in the remotest depths of the Rjukanfos that I came very near staying.”

“Very well, we shall tell everybody that you are in Dal.”

“Yes, in Dal, with a game leg.”

“Fortunately you are at Dame Hansen’s inn, where you will have the best of food and care.”

“Could one imagine a more comfortable place?”