“What town is that, captain?” asked the coxswain.
“Dröbak; we shall be in Christiania in about two hours,” answered the master.
“Where’s Ole?” demanded the coxswain, much excited.
“What does it mean?” said Clyde.
“I don’t know. Where’s Ole?”
The waif evidently considered discretion the better part of valor, for he could not be found; and the coxswain and those in his confidence realized that they had been “sold” in their own coin.
CHAPTER XII.
THE BOATSWAIN AND THE BRITON.