“I don’t know what; but I know this is not the right road to Kongsberg.”
“Who said anything about Kongsberg? We intend to go by the shortest way. Don’t we, Ole?”
“To be sure we do,” replied the ready waif. “We are not going way round by Kongsberg.”
“You can’t bluff me.”
“Don’t want to bluff you. Go whichever way you like; and the one who gets to Christiania first is the best fellow. That’s all I have to say.”
Sanford turned his pony, and drove off again, followed by Clyde, Stockwell, and Rodman.
“How do you know this isn’t the right way?” inquired Tinckner.
“I’ll tell you,” replied the cashier, jumping out of the cariole, and taking the Hand-book from his pocket.
The others soon joined him, and exhibiting the map, he explained his position to his friends.
“Here’s another road to Kongsberg,” said Summers, indicating its direction on the map. “They may be going that way.”