“So we were, Mr. Peaks; but after we had taken breakfast at a station on the railroad, we went to have a little walk, and see something of the country. We thought we had time enough, but the train—confound it!—went off without us. We were terribly provoked, but we couldn’t help ourselves, you know; so we made our way back to this city.”
“I think you must have been very badly provoked,” said Peaks.
“O, we were,—honor bright.”
“But you thought you would go over to St. Petersburg before the ship arrived?”
“Certainly not; we had no idea of going to St. Petersburg.”
“And that’s the reason you asked whether this steamer was going there,—because you hadn’t any idea of going.”
“We know very well that we can’t go to St. Petersburg without our passports, which are on board of the ship,” protested Sanford.
“Yes, I understand; but who is this?” asked Peaks, as he glanced at Ole.
“That’s Ole Amundsen; don’t you remember him?”
“I think I do. And he is on a lark with you.”