“Never mind that now, Sanford,” interposed Burchmore. “He sold out the last time for the public good.”
“Do you expect to find the ship in Stockholm when we get there?” asked Scott.
“Of course I do,” replied Sanford. “We shall not get there till Tuesday.”
“Then our cruise is almost ended.”
“I suppose so. I have been trying hard to join the ship ever since we left her at Christiansand,” continued the coxswain, solemnly.
“Over the left,” chuckled Scott.
“Honor bright! I don’t believe in running away.”
“Nor I; but Laybold and I have put our foot into it. I suppose we shall have to spend a week in the brig, and make love to Peaks while the rest of the fellows are seeing Russia.”
“You will find some way to get out of the scrape.”
“I don’t know. We have lost Copenhagen and Denmark already, and I suppose we shall not see much of Russia.”