“Well, what are you going to do?” demanded Burchmore.
“Can’t you tell us, Norway?” said Tinckner.
“I know what I should do if I were in your situation, and wanted to make a sure thing of it.”
“Well, what?” asked Burchmore, gathering a hope from the words of the waif.
“I should go to Christiania.”
“But how?”
“By land, of course.”
“It’s up by the north pole.”
“It is about a hundred and fifty miles from here by water, and it can’t be any more by land,” said Sanford. “But I don’t care what you do; I will do as the others say.”
“I like the idea,” added Stockwell. “It is the only safe thing we can do. If we go back to Christiansand, we shall be too late for the ship. If we wait for a steamer to Christiania, she will be gone when we get there.”