“Where do wish to go?”
“Over there,” replied Clyde, pointing again in the direction he wished to go.
“To Sandviken?”
“Yes; that’s the place,” added the youth, who did not care where he went, if he could only get out of the city.
“It is more than eight miles,” suggested the guide.
“I don’t care if it is eighty; that’s where I want to go. Are you a commissionaire?”
“Yes. I belong to the Victoria Hotel.”
“All right; jump in.”
The man made a bargain with the driver, and in a few moments Clyde was on his way to Sandviken, confident that he had escaped any further pursuit. He had already come to the conclusion not to see his mother until after the Young America had left Christiania.
In the mean time, Peaks had given up the chase. Paul assured the principal that Clyde would come back as soon as his mother arrived. Mr. Lowington did not care to have the new scholar see his mother again if he was to be a student in the Academy; but as Clyde could not be found, there appeared to be no alternative.