Part 53 (1/2)

And where was Geissler, if you please? n.o.body could tell them; he went about everywhere, did Geissler, took an interest in Sellanraa and all about it; the last they had seen of him was up at the sawmill. The messengers were sent out to look for him, but Geissler must have gone some distance, it seemed, for he gave no answer when they shouted. The gentlemen looked at their watches, and were plainly annoyed at first, and said: ”We're not going to fool about here waiting like this. If Geissler wants to sell, he must be on the spot.” Oh, but they changed their tone in a little while; showed no annoyance after a while, but even began to find something amusing in it all, to jest about it. Here were they in a desperate case; they would have to lie out there in the desolate hills all night. And get lost and starve to death in the wilds, and leave their bones to bleach undiscovered by their mourning kin--ay, they made a great jest of it all.

At last Geissler came. Had been looking round a bit--just come from the cattle enclosure. ”Looks as if that'll be too small for you soon,”

said he to Isak. ”How many head have you got up there now altogether?”

Ay, he could talk like that, with those fine gentlemen standing there watch in hand. Curiously red in the face was Geissler, as if he had been drinking. ”Puh!” said he. ”I'm all hot, walking.”

”We half expected you would be here when we came,” said one of the gentlemen.

”I had no word of your wanting to see me at all,” answered Geissler, ”otherwise I might have been here on the spot.”

Well, and what about the business now? Was Geissler prepared to accept a reasonable offer today? It wasn't every day he had a chance of fifteen or twenty thousand--what? Unless, of course.... If the money were nothing to him, why, then....

This last suggestion was not to Geissler's taste at all; he was offended. A nice way to talk! Well, they would not have said it, perhaps, if they had not been annoyed at first; and Geissler, no doubt, would hardly have turned suddenly pale at their words if he had not been out somewhere by himself and got red. As it was, he paled, and answered coldly:

”I don't wish to make any suggestion as to what you, gentlemen, may be in a position to pay--but I know what I am willing to accept and what not. I've no use for more child's prattle about the mine. My price is the same as yesterday.”

”A quarter of a million _Kroner_?”

”Yes.”

The gentlemen mounted their horses.” Look here,” said one, ”we'll go this far, and say twenty-five thousand.”

”You're still inclined to joke, I see,” said Geissler. ”But I'll make _you_ an offer in sober earnest: would you care to sell your bit of a mine up there?”

”Why,” said they, somewhat taken aback--”why, we might do that, perhaps.”

”I'm ready to buy it,” said Geissler.

Oh, that Geissler! With the courtyard full of people now, listening to every word; all the Sellanraa folk, and the stoneworkers and the messengers. Like as not, he could never have raised the money, nor anything near it, for such a deal; but, again, who could say? A man beyond understanding was Geissler. Anyhow, his last words rather disconcerted those gentlemen on horseback. Was it a trick? Did he reckon to make his own land seem worth more by this manoeuvre?

The gentlemen thought it over; ay, they even began to talk softly together about it; they got down from their horses again. Then the engineer put in a word; he thought, no doubt, it was getting beyond all bearing. And he seemed to have some power, some kind of authority here. And the yard was full of folk all listening to what was going on. ”We'll not sell,” said he.

”Not?” asked his companions.

”No.”

They whispered together again, and they mounted their horses once more--in earnest this time. ”Twenty-five thousand!” called out one of them. Geissler did not answer, but turned away, and went over to talk to the stoneworkers again.

And that was the end of their last meeting.

Geissler appeared to care nothing for what might come of it. He walked about talking of this, that, and the other; for the moment he seemed chiefly interested in the laying of some heavy beams across the sh.e.l.l of the new cowhouse. They were to get the work finished that week, with a temporary roof--a new fodder loft was to be built up over later on.

Isak kept Sivert away from the building work now, and left him idle--and this he did with a purpose, that Geissler might find the lad ready at any time if he wanted to go exploring with him in the hills.

But Isak might have saved himself the trouble; Geissler had given up the idea, or perhaps forgotten all about it. What he did was to get Inger to pack him up some food, and set off down the road. He stayed away till evening.

He pa.s.sed the two new clearings that had been started below Sellanraa, and talked to the men there; went right down to Maaneland to see what Axel Strom had got done that year. Nothing very great, it seemed; not as much as he might have wished, but he had put in some good work on the land. Geissler took an interest in this place, too, and asked him: ”Got a horse?”

”Ay.”

”Well, I've a mowing-machine and a harrow down south, both new; I'll send them up, if you like.”

”How?” asked Axel, unable to conceive such magnificence, and thinking vaguely of payment by instalments.