ht at his uncle, ready for a storm if it came, but it didn't.

"There will be no more feud, my boy," was the mild answer Mr. Adiesen
made. "I have agreed to bury the feud in gratitude for this child's
deliverance from great peril," and he laid his hand tenderly on Signy's
bright hair.

"Dear, dear uncle!" she exclaimed; and Miss Osla, behind the teapot,
began to sniff preparatory to a sentimental effusion, which was
fortunately checked by Yaspard exclaiming, "Then that makes an end of
our jolly Vikinging, boys."

They all laughed, all save Signy, who so thoroughly entered into her
brother's feelings, and she said, "That does seem a pity, brodhor; just
when you had got it all so splendidly arranged."

"Perhaps," Fred remarked, "some other method may suggest itself. I
don't see why you can't--now that a treaty of alliance is made--join
forces and go on the war-path together."

"But there's no enemy!" said Yaspard; "one can't fight without a foe."

"I dare say they will turn up if they are looked for. If you hoist the
black flag you will certainly find some one in the world ready to try
and haul it down, I am glad to say."

"All right, Fred," Tom cried; "since you counsel such action, we'll
range ourselves under Yaspard's banner, and it shall be 'Boden and
Lunda against the world.'"

"Stop! stop! you misunderstand me, Tom. I said that I was glad that
there were plenty of foes of the black flag, and that you would find it
so; but in saying that I did not desire you to sail under it. And,
Yaspard, I think you are a little adrift about your Vikinging. It was
only a section of the gallant Vikinger who made piracy their
profession, or need its hateful sign. Why identify yourself with that
lot? There are plenty of black flags flying all over the world, and
not so many of the Red Cross, my lad. Our boys still call me their
captain, so if you will all take your captain's advice, I'd say--let
the black flag be the pall of the feud. Sail with a noble minority
under the Christian badge, as many a Viking did, and _then_ it should
be right well, 'Boden and Lunda against the world.'"

"Good for you, Fred," said Harry; but Tom declared he couldn't see
through allegories; and that fighting the "world" in that fashion
didn't solve Yaspard's difficulty about his jolly game; and he turned
to Yaspard for assistance in the argument.

But our hero was "all with" Fred, and could see no fault in him.

"Obedience and no argu