ich he asked a number of questions. Nick Jasniff wanted to
break into the conversation a number of times, but was not permitted to
do so.

"Nicholas, if this is true, you are a young scoundrel, and I do not want
you in my house another day!" exclaimed Philip Chesterfield. "I shall
send a telegram to your father at once, asking him to come on."

"Where is Mr. Jasniff?" asked Dave.

"In Italy--he went there for his wife's health."

"Did Nicholas tell you anything about my folks?" went on Dave.

"Nothing excepting that he had met a Mr. Porter and his daughter, and
that the father had sailed for Norway and the daughter for the States."

"Then that news must be true," said Roger. "Dave, the best thing you can
do is to go to Christiania at once."

"Exactly my way of thinking, Roger."

"And about Nick----?"

"You shan't do anything to me!" roared the runaway. "I won't stand for
it."

"I shall notify the authorities in America where you are," answered
Dave. "Then they can do as they please in the affair."

A little later Dave and Roger left the mansion, Philip Chesterfield
bidding them a formal good-bye. Nick Jasniff was sullen and looked as if
he wanted to kill both boys.

"He'll get back at us some day, if he can," observed the senator's son,
as they drove back to Siddingate.

Arriving at the town, the two youths took the first train back to London
proper. Here they found that to get to Christiania they would have to
take a train to Hull and from there try to obtain passage on some vessel
bound for the Norwegian capital.

"It's only a four hours' ride to Hull," said Dave, consulting a
time-table. "I can get there to-night, if I wish."

"All right, let us take the first train."

"Do you want to go to Hull to see me off, Roger?"

"I am not going to see you off, Dave."

"What do you mean?"

"I am going with you--if you'll have me."

"To Norway?"

"Sure--anywhere."

"But what will your folks say?"

"They won't mind--so long as I keep out of trouble. I told father we
might go further than England."

"I'll be pleased to have you along."

They settled up at the hotel, and quarter of an hour later were at the
station. At the "booking office," as it is called in England, they
procured tickets for seats in a first-class coach, and soon the train
came along.

"It seems funny to be locked up in such a coach as this," remarked Dave.
"I must say, I like our style of open car best."

They were soon leavi