JOHANNES OLAF. BOOK THE FIFTH. CHAPTER I. THE ESCAPE. BROAD and clumsy on the water, yet carried quickly along like a thing of life, a small Danish sloop, driven by a fresh wind, was cutting through the green sea. The coast of Scotland was receding more and more in the distance. 'The nest is lying far behind us; the customhouse gentlemen may fire and curse as they like,' laughed the strong gigantic captain, who was standing on deck. He was a man of heavy frame, and the features of his countenance were of a most irregular type. On his nose there was a considerable excrescence, |