“Tinoset,” replied Ole.
“To Tinoset, where there is a big hotel.”
“How far is it?” asked Churchill.
“Only two or three miles. Then to-morrow we can go on to Kongsberg, unless you prefer to go a better way. I’m always ready to do just what the rest of the fellows say,” added Sanford.
The matter was discussed in all its bearings, and even Burchmore thought it better to sleep at Tinoset.
“All right,” said Sanford, as he moved off towards his cariole.
“Not yet,” interposed Clyde, who still stood with his coat off. “I haven’t settled my affair with this spoony.”
Burchmore and Churchill walked leisurely towards their vehicle, while Rodman and Stockwell covered the retreat.
“If you thrash him, you thrash the whole of us, Great Britain,” said Rodman.
“What kind of a way is that?” demanded the disgusted Briton.