“Doubtless I can; but is it a mountain, a river, or a lake?”
“’Pon my word, I don’t know. Here, Norway!” he shouted to Ole, who was with the rest of the party.
“I’m here, Mr. Coxswain,” replied the waif.
“What’s the Rjukanfos? You told me we ought to go there; but I’ll be hanged if I know whether it’s a lake or a river.”
“Neither a lake nor a river,” replied Ole. “It’s a big waterfall. Fos, on the end of a word, always makes a waterfall of it. There’s another, the Vöringfos; but that’s too far away.”
“How far is it?”
“I don’t know; but it’s a long distance,” added Ole. “All the other fellows think we are going to Christiania in the morning.”
“All but Stockwell and Rodman,” answered Sanford, who had told Ole about the new recruit.
“So you are going to play it upon them—are you?” laughed Clyde.
“Just a little. We don’t want to leave Norway without seeing something of the country, and the rest of the fellows won’t go. So we are going to take them along with us.”