“We won’t have any fight over this matter,” added Stockwell. “Jump in, and let us be off.”
“We’ll settle it when we get to that place,” replied Clyde, seeing that this opportunity was lost.
The procession resumed its journey, and in half an hour arrived at Tinoset. As it was early in the season, the hotel was not crowded, as it sometimes is. The town is at the foot of Lake Tins, upon which the little steamer Rjukan made three trips a week each way. The boat was to depart the next morning for Ornæs, which is only a few miles from the Rjukanfos. Sanford declared that the most direct route to Christiania was by steamer through this lake, and then by cariole the rest of the journey. Ole, of course, backed up all he said, and most of the boys wished to go that way. For some reason or other, Burchmore kept still, though he did not assent to the coxswain’s plan, and the question was still open when the tourists were called to supper.
“Ole, I want to see you alone,” said the cashier, after the meal was finished.
“What for?” asked Ole.
“I have some money for you.”
“Come along.”
Burchmore led the way to the lake, where they found a retired place.
“What money have you for me?” demanded the astonished Norwegian.