he landlord where we staid last night; if
they don't I shall make money in Sweden. Why, they wouldn't even pick
our pockets when we were boozy on 'finkel.' I'm sure they are a great
deal more accommodating at sailors' boarding-houses in Boston and New
York."

"Come, be serious, Scott. Shall you give up your money when you return
to the ship?"

"Cheerfully, for there is no chance to get rid of it in this country."

"But you will want some in Russia, where everything is dear."

"I'm afraid my letter of credit will arrive by that time, and I shall
be burdened with new trials."

"Poor fellow!"

The old rule of the ship had not been enforced on the present cruise,
and the principal did not intend to renew it until it was absolutely
necessary. It had caused much complaint among the wealthy parents of
the former students, while it had wonderfully improved the discipline;
but Mr. Lowington consented to make the experiment of permitting every
boy to manage his own finances.

At noon the party took their places in a second-class compartment of
the carriage on the railway, and started for Wenersberg. Ole spoke
Swedish as well as Norwegian, and acted as interpreter. Sanford had
made peace with the waif, who was now as popular as ever with all the
party. Each of them, in turn, had tried to induce Ole to tell how he
happened to be in that boat at sea; but he still refused to explain.

The train moved off, and the tourists observed the country through
which it passed; but Scott could not help grumbling because the fare
was only about a dollar and a quarter for fifty miles, declaring that
he should never be able to get rid of his twenty sovereigns at this
rate, and that he was threatened with a letter of credit for a hundred
more at St. Petersburg. At Herrljunga, the junction of the branch to
Wenersberg and the main line, the guard insisted that the tourists
should leave the carriage.

"How's this, Ole?" asked Sanford.

"Change for Wenersberg; but the train don't start till five o'clock.
We must wait two hours."

"But what time does it get to Wenersberg?"

"About half past eight."

"That's a pretty go!" exclaimed the coxswain. "You made a beautiful
arrangement for this trip, Scott."

"What's the matter now?"

"We cannot get to Wenersberg till half past eight; and of course that
will be too late to join the ship's company there."

"It isn't necessary to join them there. We shall meet them on the way,
and go back wi