“It is possible,” added Burchmore, puzzled by this discovery. “It is farther that way than by Lysthus.”
“Not much; there’s hardly any difference. I’m in favor of following Sanford.”
So were nearly all of them, and the cashier finally yielded. The tourists resumed their seats, and soon overtook the coxswain, who had evidently expected to be followed. Burchmore was annoyed by the discovery he had made, but as the pony attached to the cariole slowly climbed the hills, he studied the map and the text of the book he had bought.
“We can’t go much farther on this tack,” said he, as he folded up his map.
“What’s to prevent us from keeping on to the north pole?” asked Churchill.
“It is almost night, in the first place, and in the second, we shall come to a lake in the course of an hour, where we must take boats.”
“I don’t believe anything is wrong about the matter.”
“Don’t you? Then what are we doing up here?”
“Never mind; we shall soon come to that other road, and then we shall know whether Sanford means to go to Kongsberg or not.”
“He has stopped ahead of us. He is waiting for us to come up,” added Burchmore.