ever. "We
are Vikings, and hid our property in that receptacle. Woe to the
person who crosses our path! Moreover, our allies left weapons of war
in this apartment, and it is our business to restore them to their
owners. Tell now what you have done with these hoards."

How could Tammy tell? He could only shake his head and nod in the
direction of the haunted room.

"Is the property there?" Yaspard asked, and Tammy nodded again. "Then
you must take us through the house to that room, for I happen to know
that the way through the passage is now built up with stones and
mortar. I suppose _you_ did that, you duffer!"

Tammy nodded again; and then Gibbie remarked, "He wad be put to the job
by Mr. Neeven."

He spoke unwittingly in his natural voice, and was admonished by a
vigorous nudge from Lowrie; while Yasgard, still addressing their
captive, said, "Lead on, we follow! and for your life make no noise."

Tammy obediently returned to the house, and showed a way from his
kitchen to the haunted room.

CHAPTER XXVII.

"OF THE VOLSUNGS' KIN IS HE."

There they found, carefully arranged, all the miscellaneous articles
which they had conveyed to Trullyabister on the night of their first
raid upon it. There too were the things brought by the _Laulie's_
crew, when engaged upon Tom's "deed of high emprise." The Lunda boys
had been too ashamed at their defeat to say one word about their
property to Mr. Neeven, but they had spoken of it to Yaspard, and had
been somewhat comforted by his assurance that all they had lost should
be restored before long.

Our Viking eyed the confiscated articles with infinite satisfaction,
before instructing his followers how to deal with it. "But time must
not be wasted," said he in a moment. "I believe the ogre to be a very
sleepless creature, and he may soon rise to wander after his usual
style; so let's make haste."

They stowed everything into their keschies, and what could not go there
was packed in the _Laulie's_ "spare canvas," or suspended from their
belts; while Tammy watched the proceedings with profound interest.

When they were ready to depart the marauders conveyed Tammy to his
kitchen, and left him seated comfortably in his favourite corner,
assured that he would sit there till Mr. Neeven should get up. They
were well aware that Tammy would allow the kitchen to be burned about
his ears before he would venture to disturb the recluse in his chamber.

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