d him to join the
school."

On and on went the sleigh. The road was up hill, and all hands walked.
Once they passed a man on horseback, wrapped up in furs. He stared at
them curiously.

"Stop, please!" called out Granbury Lapham, in Norwegian, and the
traveler came to a halt. When questioned he said he had heard about the
strange party of six men who had come into that part of Norway, and he
had also heard that the authorities were watching them.

"But where did they go to?" asked the Englishman.

That the man could not tell, but said they might possibly find out at
Bojowak, from a man named Quicklabokjav.

"What a name!" cried Dave.

"It's bad enough--but I have heard worse," answered Granbury Lapham.
"Some of the Norwegian names are such that a person speaking the English
tongue cannot pronounce them correctly."

They were now more anxious than ever to reach Bojowak, which Hendrik
said was a village of about sixty or seventy inhabitants. The people
were mostly wood-choppers, working for a lumber company that had located
in that territory two years before.

The wind was beginning to rise again. This blew the snow down from the
mountain side, and occasionally the landscape was all but blotted out
thereby. They struggled along as best they could, the driver cracking
his whip with the loudness of a pistol. They passed around one edge of
the mountain, only to view with consternation a still more dangerous
stretch of road ahead.

"Dave, this is getting interesting," remarked Roger, as the horses
stopped for a needed rest.

"I don't like the looks of that road, Roger. There is too much snow on
the upper side and too deep a hollow on the lower."

"Right you are." The senator's son turned to the Englishman. "Mr.
Lapham, will you ask Hendrik if he thinks it is safe to go on?"

When appealed to, the burly sleigh driver merely shrugged his shoulders.
Then he looked up the mountain side speculatively.

"He says he thinks we can get through if the wind doesn't blow too
strongly," said Granbury Lapham, presently.

"But the wind is blowing strong enough now," answered Roger.

"And it is gradually getting worse," added Dave.

Once again they went forward, but now with added caution. Ahead of them
was a point where the firs stood in a large patch with the road cut
through the center. As they entered the forest the wind whistled shrilly
through the tree branches.

"I'd give a good bit to be safe in that village," r