“Do it now. I know all about it. You and Ole arranged the first part of our journey, including the day’s fishing we had at Apalstö; and Ole and I arranged the last part of it. It is an even thing now, and if you won’t complain of the last part, I won’t say a word about the first.”
“Don’t you! Well, you gave Ole a sovereign to arrange things for you in the beginning, and I gave him five species to arrange them for me afterwards. You can’t complain of a fellow, who sells himself at all, for making as much money as he can. Ole only did that.”
“He sold us out,” growled Sanford.
“Of course he did; if you buy a man, you mustn’t grumble when he does a second time what you encouraged him to do in the first instance. But you were going to take us off to the Rjukanfos, fifty or sixty miles out of our way, without our knowledge or consent. I smelt a mice, and turned the tables,” laughed the cashier.
“Yes, and you cheated me,” interposed Clyde.
“I had nothing whatever to do with you,” answered Burchmore, mildly.
“You led me here when I wanted to go another way.”
“You went where you pleased, so far as I was concerned. I never invited you to come with me, or even consented to your doing so.”
“Did you say the place we came to yesterday was Kongsberg?”