“Yes; we have again come. It is too late to go on board of the ship,” replied Scott.
“Your ship have sail to-night to Copenhagen.”
“No! Impossible!”
“I have seen her sail,” persisted the landlord. “I have make no mistake.”
“We are dished!” exclaimed Sanford.
“The young gentleman come down at seven o’clock, and the ship have sail at nine o’clock. I know it so well as I know how to speak the English.”
“It must be so, then,” laughed Scott; “for you have spoke the English more better as nice.”
“What shall we do?” continued Sanford, who seemed to be positively distressed at the unfortunate circumstance.
“Do? Go to bed, and go to sleep. What else can we do? You are too big a boy to cry over your misfortunes,” replied Scott.
“I don’t intend to cry; but I feel very bad about it.”