“Bah! I know better! The story that no horses could be had at Apalstö was a humbug. I’ll give you five species if you will do as I tell you.”
Ole looked complacent, and held out his hand for the money.
“I don’t pay till the work is done; but my word is as good as my bond.”
The waif had an “itching palm,” and, after considerable discussion, the terms of payment were settled.
“Now, where are we going?” asked the cashier.
“To the Rjukanfos. It is a big waterfall, with high mountains—one of the finest places in Norway.”
“Exactly so; but we are not going there,” added Burchmore, decidedly. “You will engage the carioles for to-morrow morning, and we must be in Kongsberg by noon, and near Christiania by night.”
“Sanford will kill me,” replied Ole.
“No, he won’t; we will take care of him.”
“I can manage it, first rate. I will tell Sanford that we can go up quicker on the other side of the lake, and then cross over.”