“They can, if they like,” added Burchmore. “I am cashier, you know. Each fellow has paid me seven pounds, which I have changed into species and marks. No other one has any Norwegian money, or, at least, not more than a specie or two. They won’t leave me.”
“They wouldn’t make anything by it.”
“And Sanford runs with that English fellow, who seems to be a little fast.”
“He’s a hard one,” added Churchill, shaking his head.
“Let them go it; I can keep the run of them now,” said Burchmore, as he folded up the map, and put the Hand-book in his pocket. “Don’t say anything about this book, Churchy.”
“Not a word.”
“I know where we are now, and I think I shall know better than to wait a whole day for horses again. That was a sell.”
“Do you think so?”
“I thought so at the time, but I didn’t want to make a fuss. I changed a sovereign for Ole yesterday, and I believe Sanford has bought him up. Never mind; we take the right hand road here, and as long as we keep moving I haven’t a word to say.”
In less than an hour the horses were ready, and the procession of carioles moved off. Ole and Sanford led the way, and turned to the left, instead of the right.