“Here’s a go, and the game is up,” said Sanford, in a whisper, when he met Stockwell alone.
“That’s so; what will he do with us?”
“I don’t know; I rather like this mode of travelling. But we are caught now.”
“Perhaps not; we may find some way out of it. According to Blaine’s cue we are to be regarded as runaways. If that is the case, I don’t join the ship this summer,” said Stockwell, very decidedly.
“Nor I either,” added Sanford.
Before dark, Mr. Blaine received a despatch from the principal, directing him to take the next train to Malmö, which is the town in Sweden opposite Copenhagen. The head steward did not communicate its contents to his charge that night, but he called all of them at four o’clock the next morning, and by good management on his part, they were on the train which left Stockholm at six o’clock. At Katherineholm, where the party ate an excellent breakfast, Mr. Blaine unhappily missed three of his company.
CHAPTER XVIII.
UP THE BALTIC.