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128 “Where do you take me?” said Huldricksson, and nis voice was like the growl of a beast. ‘Where is my boat?” I touched O’Keefe gently and stood before the giant. “Listen, Olaf Huldricksson,” I said. “We take you to where the sparkling devil took your Helma and your Freda. We follow the sparkling devil that came down from the moon. Do you hear me?” I spoke slowly, distinctly, striving to pierce the mists that I knew swirled around the strained brain. And the words did pierce. He thrust out a shaking hand. “You say you follow?” he asked falteringly. “You know where to follow? Where it took my Helma and my little Freda?” “Just that, Olaf Huldricksson,” I answered. “Just that! I pledge you my life that I know.” Da Costa stepped forward. “He speaks true, Olaf. You go faster on the Suwarna than on the Br-rw-uvilda, Olaf, yes.” The giant Norseman, still gripping my hand, looked at him. “I know you, Da Costa,” he mut- tered. “You are all right. Ja! You are a fair man. Where is the Brunhilda?”’ “She follow be’ind on a big rope, Olaf,’’ soothed the Portuguese. ‘Soon you see her. But now lie down an’ tell us, if you can, why you tie yourself to your wheel an’ what it is that happen, Olaf.” “Tf you'll tell us how the sparkling devil came it will help us all when we get to where it is, Huld- ricksson,” I said. N O’Keefe’s face there was an expression of well-nigh ludicrous doubt and amazement. He glanced from one to the other. The giant shifted his own tense look from me to the Irishman. A gleam of approval lighted in his eyes. He loosed me, and gripped O’Keefe’s arm. “Staerk!’ he said. “Ja—strong, and with a strong heart. A man—ja/ He comes too—we shall need him—yja!”’ : “I tell,” he muttered, and seated himself on the side of the bunk. “It was four night ago. My Freda”—his voice shook—“Mine Yndling! She loved the moonlight. I was at the wheel and my Freda and my Helma they were behind me. The moon was behind us and the Brunhilda was like a swan-boat sailing down with the moonlight sending her, 7a. “J heard my Freda say: ‘I see a nisse coming down the track of the moon. And I hear her mother laugh, low, like a mother does when her Yndling dreams. I was happy—that night—with my Helma and my Freda, and the Brunhilda sailing like a swan-boat, ja. I heard the child say, ‘The nisse comes fast!’ And then I heard a scream from my Helma, a great scream—like a mare when her foal is torn from her. I spun round fast, ja! I dropped the wheel and spun fast! I saw—”’ He eovered his eyes with his hands. The Portuguese had crept close to me, and I heard him panting like a frightened dog. “T saw a white fire spring over the rail,” whis- pered Olaf Huldricksson. “It whirled round and round, and it shone like—like stars in a whirlwind mist. There was a noise in my ears. It sounded *A V Water Nymph. AMAZING STORIES like bells—little bells, ja! Like the music you make when you run your finger round goblets. It made me sick and dizzy—the bell noise. “My Helma was—indeholde—what you say—in the middle of the white fire. She: turned her face to me and she turned it on the child, and my Helma’s face burned into my heart. Because it was full of fear, and it was full of happiness—of glyaede. I tell you that the fear in my Helma’s face made me ice here’—he beat his breast with clenched hand—‘“but the happiness in it burned on me like fire. And I could not move—I ek not move. “T said in here”—he touched his head—“I said, ‘It is Loki come out of Helvede. But he cannot take my Helma, for Christ lives and Loki has no power to hurt my Helma or my Freda! Christ lives! Christ lives!’ I said. But the sparkling devil did not let my Helma go. It drew her to the rail; half over it. I saw her eyes upon the child and a little she broke away and reached to it. And my Freda jumped into her arms. And the fire wrapped them both and they were gone! A little I saw them whirling on the moon track behind the Brunhilda—and they were gone! “The sparkling devil took them! Loki was loosed, and he had power. I turned the Brunhilda, and I followed where my Helma and mine Yndling had - gone. My boys crept up and asked me to turn again. But I would not. They dropped a boat and left me. I steered straight on the path. I lashed my hands to the wheel that sleep might not loose them. I steered on and on and on— “Where was the God I prayed when my wife and child were taken?” cried Olaf Huldricksson—and it was as though I heard Throckmartin asking that same bitter question. “I have left Him as He left me, ja! I pray now to Thor and to Odin, who can fetter Loki.” He sank back, covering again his eyes. “Olaf,” I said, “what you have called the spar- kling devil has taken ones dear to me. I, too, was following it when we found you. You shall go with me to its home, and there we will try to take from it your wife and your child and my friends as well. But now that you may be strong for what is before us, you must sleep again.” Olaf Huldricksson looked upon me and in his eyes was that something which souls must see in the eyes of Him the old Egyptians called the Searcher of Hearts in the Judgment Hall of Osiris. “You speak truth!” he said at last slowly. “I will do what you say!” He stretched out an arm at my bidding. I gave him a second injection. He lay back and soon he was sleeping. I turned toward Da Costa. His face was livid and sweating, and he was trembling pitiably. O’Keefe stirred. | “You did that mighty well, Dr. Goodwin,” he said. “So well that I almost believed you myself.” “What did you think of his story, Mr. O'Keefe?” I asked. His answer was almost painfully brief and col- loquial. oquia Eomicbooks com