.

"I want the boy," replied Olaf.

"No visitors in the steerage without an invitation."

"I will have Ole;" and the skipper began to descend.

"Avast, my hearty," interposed the boatswain, laying violent hands on
Olaf, and dragging him to the deck.

Bitts, the carpenter, and Leach, the sailmaker, placed themselves
beside the boatswain, as the Norwegian picked himself up.

"You may leave the ship, now," said Peaks, pointing to the
accommodation stairs.

Olaf looked at the three stout men before him, and prudence triumphed
over his angry passions.

"I will have the boy yet," said he, as he walked to the stairs,
closely attended by the three forward officers.

He went down into his boat, declaring that he would seize upon Ole the
first time he caught him on shore.

"Where is Clyde?" asked Mr. Lowington, as soon as the savage skipper
had gone.

"He is forward, sir; he behaves like a new man, and says he will not
run away," replied Peaks.

"Send him aft."

"Ay, ay, sir."

Clyde went aft. He was a boy of quick impulses and violent temper. He
had been accustomed to have his own way; and this had done more to
spoil him than anything else. He had to learn that there was a power
greater than himself, to which he must submit. He had twice run away,
and failed both times. Three days of fear and absolute misery on board
of the Rensdyr had given him time to think. He determined, when he
reached Stockholm, to return to his mother, and try to be a better
boy. Peaks, in the little steamer, had come upon him like a ghost. He
had expected never again to see the ship, or his particular tormentor;
and to have the latter appear to him in such an extraordinary manner
was very impressive, to say the least. He realized that he must
submit; but this thought, like that of resistance before, was only an
impulse.

Clyde submitted, and was even candid enough to say so to the
principal, who talked to him very gently and kindly for an hour,
pointing out to him the ruin which he was seeking.

"We will try you again, Clyde," said Mr. Lowington. "We will wipe out
the past, and begin again. You may go forward."

The next day was Sunday, and for a change, the officers and crews of
the several vessels were permitted to land, and march to the English
church in Stockholm. The neat and pleasant little church was crowded
to its utmost capacity by the attendance of such a large number. Mr.
Agneau, the chaplain, was invited to take a part