“Yes, sir.”
“Where did you stow yourself, when we went into Christiansand?”
“In the second cutter, sir,” replied the waif, laughing.
“Exactly so; you were to go with her crew when they left.”
“No, sir; I didn’t know a single one of them.”
“What did you hide for, then?”
“Because I didn’t want the pilot to see me.”
“Why not?” asked the boatswain.
But this was as far as Ole would go in that direction. Neither man nor boy could extort from him the secret he so persistently retained. A short walk brought the party to the Hotel Rydberg.
“This gentleman wants a room,” said Sanford to the porter.