“That’s a pretty go!” exclaimed the coxswain. “You made a beautiful arrangement for this trip, Scott.”
“What’s the matter now?”
“We cannot get to Wenersberg till half past eight; and of course that will be too late to join the ship’s company there.”
“It isn’t necessary to join them there. We shall meet them on the way, and go back with them. They will be at this place some time this afternoon.”
“What did we come up here for?” asked Sanford.
“In the first place, to get rid of four or five rix-bunkers; and in the second, to see something of this part of Sweden. We have done both, and ought to be satisfied.”
“O, I’m satisfied!”
“You ought to be; you have four and a half bunkers less to spend. We will loaf about this place till the principal comes with the crowd, and when he sees what good boys we have been to look him up, and see that he didn’t get lost, he’ll forgive Laybold and me for drinking ‘finkel.’”
“All right. What time does the train leave for Gottenburg, Ole?” added the coxswain, turning to the interpreter.