d. Some of their lighter-weight stuff
they left behind, not wishing to be encumbered with too much baggage.
They booked for Pansfar at the railroad station, and by the middle of
the afternoon of the second day in Norway were bound northward.

"There is that police official, watching us!" cried Roger, as the train
was about to depart. He was right--the man was in sight, but he quickly
lost himself in a crowd, and whether he got on the train or not they
could not tell.

The train was but scantily filled, and only four people occupied the
coach with the young Americans. One couple was evidently a newly married
pair who had been on a wedding trip to Christiania, and they were very
retired and shy. The other pair were a burgomaster and his wife, from
some interior town. The burgomaster--who held a position similar to that
of a mayor in an American city--wanted everybody to know who he was, and
was thoroughly disagreeable. He crowded Dave into a corner until the
youth could hardly get any air.

"I'll thank you not to crowd so much--there is plenty of room," said the
boy.

The Norwegian did not understand, and continued to crowd the youth. Then
Dave grew thoroughly angry and crowded back, digging his elbow well into
the burgomaster's fat ribs. This caused the man to glare at the young
American. Nothing daunted, Dave glared back.

"What do you do that for?" demanded the burgomaster, sourly.

"I don't speak Norwegian," answered Dave, brokenly, for that was one of
the native phrases he had picked up. "But I want you to quit crowding
me," he added, in English, and moved his elbows to show what he meant.

The burly Norwegian had supposed he would daunt Dave by his looks, and
when he saw that the young American was unmoved he was nonplussed. He
growled out something to his wife, who grumbled something in return. He
did not budge, and Dave continued to hold his elbow well in the fellow's
ribs. The situation had its comical side, and it was all Roger could do
to keep from laughing.

"If you don't stop that, I'll have you put off the train!" roared the
burgomaster.

As Dave did not understand, he said nothing.

A few minutes passed, and the train came to a halt and the door was
unlocked. Nobody got out, but a round and ruddy-faced man got in and
nodded to all those present.

"Guard! guard! Come here!" roared the burgomaster, but even as he spoke
the door was closed and locked again, and the train moved off. Then of a
sudd