“We are stuck here,” said Sanford, after they had taken supper at the station-house. “This posting is a first-class fraud.”
“Why, what’s the matter?” demanded Burchmore, alarmed by the manner of the coxswain.
“No horses to be had till Tuesday morning.”
“That’s a fraud.”
“Well, it can’t be helped,” added Sanford, philosophically. “I’m willing to walk, if the rest of the fellows say so.”
“We can’t walk to Christiania.”
“That’s so; and we should not find any more horses at the next station than here. Norway says we didn’t send ‘forbud,’ which must be done when more than three horses are wanted.”
“Why didn’t Ole send ‘forbud,’ then?”
“He said we had better go by boat part of the way; it would be easier. But part of us can take the three horses that are ready, and go on with them.”
“I don’t believe in separating.”