Krap.
I can explain it in no other way, Consul.
Bernick.
Well then, tell me as shortly as you can
Krap.
I will. You know how things have been dragging in the yard since we got the new machines and the new inexperienced workmen?
Bernick.
Yes, yes.
Krap.
But this morning, when I went down there, I noticed that the repairs on the American had been going at a great rate. The big patch in her bottom—the rotten place, you know
Bernick.
Yes, yes; what about it?
Krap.
It was completly repaired—to all appearance; plastered up; looked as good as new. I heard that Aune himself had been working at it by lantern-light the whole night through.
Bernick.
Yes, yes, and then?
Krap.
I was a good deal puzzled. It happened that the workmen were at breakfast, so I could ferret about as I pleased, both outside and inside. It was difficult to get down into the hold, among the cargo; but I saw enough to convince me. There is rascality at work, Consul.
