s the victims of the trick. Being unable to
speak the language, they could not inquire for the absentee; but they
made a very diligent search for him. They were more successful than
Sanford's party had been, for, in going forward, they heard some high
words in the quarters of the steamer's crew, in the forecastle.
Listening for a moment, they heard the voice of Ole, who appeared to
have concealed himself in that part of the vessel, and was properly
regarded as an intruder by the rightful occupants thereof.

"Come out here, Ole," shouted Burchmore. "We want you."

Ole turned from the Norwegian sailors, who were scolding at him for
taking possession of their quarters, to his friends and allies.

"Where's Sanford?" he asked, rather timidly.

"On deck."

"He'll kill me."

"Nonsense! We will take care of you against any odds," said the
cashier, laughing heartily at the fears of the waif. "They have only
just ascertained where they are. Come up, Ole."

Thus assured, the young Norwegian climbed up the ladder, much to the
satisfaction of the sailors. Burchmore was too well pleased with the
trick he had played upon the conspirators to confine the knowledge of
it to Churchill and himself, and had explained it to all who were not
actually in the confidence of the coxswain. A majority of the party
were thus arrayed on his side, though two or three of them would as
readily have chosen the other side. The cashier was evidently the
safer leader.

"Sanford and that Englishman will pound me for the trick," repeated
Ole, as he glanced at the quarter-deck, where his victims were
considering the situation.

"No, they won't; we are able and willing to protect you," replied
Burchmore. "Come, we will go aft, and hear what they have to say."

The cashier led the way, and the waif reluctantly followed him.

"I believe you wanted to see Ole," said Burchmore, who could hardly
look sober, he was so pleased with the result of his operations.

"Yes; I did wish to see him," answered Sanford, rather coldly. "I will
see him some other time."

"O, I thought you wanted him now," laughed Burchmore. "I am satisfied
that this is really Christiania Fjord."

"So am I," added the coxswain, with a sickly smile.

"And you were quite right, too, in saying that large place was
Drammen," chuckled Burchmore.

"Certainly I was."

"Neither were you mistaken in regard to Kongsberg."

"I find that I was not."

"I suppose you remember the Irishma