en the Norwegian grabbed Dave by the shoulder.

"Let go there!" cried the youth, and took hold of the man's fat wrist.
He gave such a tight squeeze that the burgomaster was glad enough to
release his hold.

"I say, what's the matter here?" demanded the man who had just come in,
and spoke in a distinctly English tone of voice.

"He's been shoving me into a corner and I told him to quit," answered
Dave, glad to be able to make himself understood to somebody besides
Roger.

The Englishman looked at the Norwegian and gave a grunt of disgust.
"Can't you let the lad alone?" he demanded, in Norwegian. "He's not
hurting you any, is he? What's the use of acting as if you owned the
whole coach?"

The burgomaster attempted to answer, but the Englishman would scarcely
listen. He liked Dave's looks, while he could readily see that the
Norwegian was nothing but a bully. He said he didn't care if the man was
a burgomaster, if Dave wasn't doing anything wrong he must be let alone,
and a good deal more to the same effect. He and the Norwegian got into a
spirited argument, but finally the burgomaster cooled down a bit, got up
and bounced down on another seat, and his wife followed him.

"Some of these blooming chaps are as overbearing as they can be,"
remarked the Englishman, after matters had quieted down. "Now this
fellow is the burgomaster of some small town up here in Norway, and on
that account he thinks he can treat folks as he pleases. I am glad to
know you stood up for your rights. Never let them walk over you. Old
England every time, say I!" And he smiled broadly.

"I am much obliged to you for what you did," answered Dave, smiling
back. "A fellow is at a disadvantage when he can't speak the language."

"That's true, lad. What part of our country do you come from?"

"I come from the United States, and so does my friend here," and the
young American introduced himself and Roger.

"Well now, isn't that strange!" exclaimed the newcomer. "And I took you
to be English lads sure. Well, next to being English I'd prefer to be an
American. My name is Granbury Lapham."

"Granbury Lapham!" cried Dave, quickly. "Not the Lapham of the
Lapham-Hausermann Expedition?"

"No, not exactly that, lad, but close to it. That Lapham is my brother
Oscar. He is younger than I and daffy on the subject of investigations.
As soon as I heard he had started for the mountains of Norway I came
over to find out just what he was doing. I don't want