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Braaf, I ... you ... definite, placed the damned gun off, I—I'll permit the bastard be. " Braaf stepped again conscientiously, the rifle but in Wennberg's course. ... stored my epidermis, Braaf, yet there will be Wennberg at me back, first probability, except ... "Wennberg. listen me out. " Karlsson made himself stride to inside of a step of the burly guy, with attempt stood regular there. "This is our final task of coast, the entire others up there north at the back of us. we now have been making the miles with no maps. we will make as many extra as we want. " ... cautious with this now, make it warn yet no longer taunt, ... "Wennberg, possibly I selected unsuitable, now not telling in regards to the maps. possibly so, perhaps no longer. yet flip it both approach, i have us this some distance, the entire corners nonetheless on us. they are saying it takes God and his brother to kill a Smålander. thus far i have not met up with both in this coast. " Wennberg rubbed his motor vehicle, spoke not anything. in some way, a really loud not anything. Then scowled from Karlsson to Braaf, and again back. His eyes appeared empty of fury now yet neither guy may well inform simply what else dwelt in them, popularity or biding. within the fireshine Wennberg appeared greater than ever like a endure with a beard, and who can learn the ideas of a undergo? Wennberg shook his head one time. back, billing or popularity, it may were both or neither. Then grew to become and aimed himself off down the seashore towards the's east acts • the opposite watched his cumbersome define shamble away within the moonlight. "There is going a idiot of a man," Braaf acknowledged. "Before we now have done," stated Karlsson, "we could be wishing Mister Blacksmith is not anything worse than idiot. " He picked up the map case, out of behavior tied it comfy, tossed it into the canoe. "We will not load the rifles this night. And sell off that one. " Braaf once again used to be a spectator of the moon. "It's no longer loaded. There wasn't time. " Karlsson woke to rain sound. aside from the triple windrows of surf the day's colours have been all grays, sea and sky approximately an analogous, rocks and wooded area darker. The tint in all of it used to be fog. the large cape to the north used to be obscured. Wennberg this morning appeared as though he used to be attempting to decide the bones out of every thing acknowledged by way of Karlsson or Braaf. lie provided no phrases of his personal, despite the fact that, till previous breakfast, after which grew to become loudly weather-angry. "I'issing down rain back! " Braaf slurped tea, gazed to the grayness. "Could be worse, blacksmith," "Worse? How's that, worse? " "Could be dropping rain piss. " *** back now, that wait to work out whilst the fickle climate could raise itself from them. After a number of hours of Wennberg squinting resentfully into it and Braaf placing wandering glances up at it and Karlsson calculating no matter if the grey of it was once as grey as an rapid earlier than, the murk was once agreed to be thinning a piece. They driven off from the seashore sand, paddled conscientiously out round the finish of the seastack wall, and had a second after they may possibly sec extra seastacks alongside the coast forward. Then the rain took the coastline from them. "This's like having our heads in a bucket," Wennberg complained nervously. "The excessive rocks will steer us," Karlsson stated with extra calm than he felt.