“Where’s Ole? I don’t understand it,” repeated Sanford, after he had made another ineffectual search for the missing waif.
“We have been sold, instead of selling those fellows,” added Stockwell.
“That’s so; and I should rather like to know how it was done. Ole has sold us out.”
“Is this your Rjukanfos?” demanded Clyde Blacklock, who had been looking for some one upon whom to pour out his wrath.
“Not exactly,” answered Sanford, indifferently, for he did not particularly enjoy the airs of the Briton.
“But what do you mean by bringing me here?” added Clyde.
“I didn’t bring you here. You came of your own free will and accord.”
“No, I didn’t; you said we were going to the waterfall.”
“We thought so ourselves; but we have been deceived. Ole has sold out and made fools of us. You are no worse off than the rest of us.”
“To whom did he sell out?” asked Clyde, appeased when he learned that he was not the only sufferer.