much did Sanford give you for humbugging us?"

"For what?"

"For playing this trick on us?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"The coxswain gave you a sovereign for fooling us. I'll give you five
species, which is more than a sovereign, if you do what I want."

"I will," replied Ole, promptly.

"In the first place, where are you taking us?"

"To Christiania."

"Nonsense!" exclaimed the cashier, producing his book. "I know all
about it. You ought to have gone to Lysthus, instead of taking the
left hand road. We are two Norwegian miles out of our way now. Sanford
has paid you a sovereign to lead us to some place he wishes to visit.
Where is it?"

"I only do what's right," protested Ole.

"Bah! I know better! The story that no horses could be had at Apalstoe
was a humbug. I'll give you five species if you will do as I tell
you."

Ole looked complacent, and held out his hand for the money.

"I don't pay till the work is done; but my word is as good as my
bond."

The waif had an "itching palm," and, after considerable discussion,
the terms of payment were settled.

"Now, where are we going?" asked the cashier.

"To the Rjukanfos. It is a big waterfall, with high mountains--one of
the finest places in Norway."

"Exactly so; but we are not going there," added Burchmore, decidedly.
"You will engage the carioles for to-morrow morning, and we must be in
Kongsberg by noon, and near Christiania by night."

"Sanford will kill me," replied Ole.

"No, he won't; we will take care of him."

"I can manage it, first rate. I will tell Sanford that we can go up
quicker on the other side of the lake, and then cross over."

"Tell him what you please, but my plan must be carried out," answered
Burchmore, who, perhaps, believed that he should be justified in
fighting the coxswain with his own weapons.

"Here you are; I've been looking for you," said Clyde, presenting
himself sooner than he was wanted. "You thought you would keep out of
my way--did you?"

"I have not given that subject any attention," replied Burchmore,
coolly.

"Yes, you have; you sneaked off here to keep out of my way."

"As you please," replied Burchmore, who began to walk slowly towards
the road.

"You don't escape me this time," added Clyde, placing himself in front
of the cashier.

"I have no wish to escape you."

"Yes, you have; you are a Yankee coward!"

"Perhaps I am; but I'm not afraid of a British bully."

"Do you call me a bully