“Yes; and that salmon was very good.”
“First rate. Come with us, Ole,” added the coxswain, as he led the way out of the restaurant.
The trio entered the station, and as no one followed them, they left by the front door. Dodging behind the buildings, they soon cleared the station. Taking the public road, they walked for half an hour at a rapid pace, and then halted to consider the situation. The train had gone, for they had heard its departure; but whether Mr. Blaine had gone or not was an open question.
“What next?” said Sanford, as he seated himself at the side of the road.
“Take the train back to Stockholm,” replied Stockwell.
“Perhaps Blaine did not go on, after he missed us.”
“Of course he did. But whether he did or not, the train has gone, and he cannot take us to Copenhagen. If we find him at the station, why, we took a little walk, and lost the train, you know.”
“That’s played out,” replied Sanford. “We have missed the train too many times, already. What time does the next one return to Stockholm?”
“I don’t know. Let’s go back to the station.”
This course was adopted, and on their arrival they learned that they could return to Stockholm at half past two in the afternoon. The man in charge said that the gentleman with the young men had been looking for them. Sanford replied, through Ole, that they had lost the train, but would return to Stockholm, and start again the next morning. After dining in the restaurant, the runaways—as they certainly were now, if not before—departed, and arrived at their destination in about three hours. They immediately went to the office on the quay, and learned that a steamer would leave for St. Petersburg at two o’clock on Friday morning.