ing to the
time-table. "We can return to Gottenburg in that."

"Right, Norway," added Scott.

They found a small hotel in the place, where they obtained a supper,
and at the time indicated returned to Gottenburg, where they arrived
at about one in the morning. It was too late to go on board of the
ship, and they went directly to the little hotel in the lane, where
Scott and Laybold had passed the preceding night. It was closed, but
they easily roused the landlord.

"So you have again come," said the good-natured host.

"Yes; we have again come. It is too late to go on board of the ship,"
replied Scott.

"Your ship have sail to-night to Copenhagen."

"No! Impossible!"

"I have seen her sail," persisted the landlord. "I have make no
mistake."

"We are dished!" exclaimed Sanford.

"The young gentleman come down at seven o'clock, and the ship have
sail at nine o'clock. I know it so well as I know how to speak the
English."

"It must be so, then," laughed Scott; "for you have spoke the English
more better as nice."

"What shall we do?" continued Sanford, who seemed to be positively
distressed at the unfortunate circumstance.

"Do? Go to bed, and go to sleep. What else can we do? You are too big
a boy to cry over your misfortunes," replied Scott.

"I don't intend to cry; but I feel very bad about it."

"Dry your tears," said Burchmore. "We may as well take a biscuit, turn
in, and call it half a day."

"But when will there be a steamer to Copenhagen?" asked Sanford.

"The Najaden must go Monday afternoon," answered the landlord, who,
for some reason best known to himself, did not deem it prudent to
mention the fact that the Kronprindsesse Louise would sail within half
an hour.

"This will never do," interposed Rodman. "We have been chasing the
ship now for a week, and by the time we get to Copenhagen she will be
gone. I move we go to Stockholm. We shall be sure to catch her there."

"Good!" exclaimed Wilde.

The proposition was fully discussed, and when a majority favored the
movement, the others, among whom was Sanford, yielded an apparently
reluctant assent. The Wadstena would start at two o'clock, and there
was not a moment to lose. The landlord was astonished at the decision,
and his hotel was not filled that night, as he intended it should be.
Just as the canal steamer was starting, the young tourists hurried on
board, and were soon on their way to Stockholm.

Not a quarter of a mile distant at