Olaf.
[Looks threateningly towards his father's room.] He sha'n't thrash me again. But do you know that Uncle Johan is to sail to-morrow with the Americans?
Hilmar.
What's that to you? You get upstairs again!
Olaf.
Perhaps I may go buffalo-hunting yet, uncle.
Hilmar.
Rubbish! such a young milksop as you
Olaf.
Just wait a little; you shall hear something to-morrow!
Hilmar.
Little blockhead!
[He goes out through the garden. Olaf, catching sight of Krap, who comes from the right, runs in again and shuts the door.
Krap.
[Goes up to the Consul's door and opens it a little.] Excuse my coming again, Consul, but it's blowing up to a hurricane. [He waits a moment; there is no answer.] Is the Indian Girl to sail in spite of it? [After a short pause.
Bernick.
[Answers from the office.] The Indian Girl is to sail in spite of it.
[Krap shuts the door and goes out again to the right.
