“Never mind; don’t bother your heads any more about it. I understand the matter now as well as I shall after you have explained it for a week,” answered Peaks, as he left the hotel, followed by the discomfited trio.
The boatswain did not deem it expedient to explain to them his business in Stockholm. He found people enough who spoke English, so that he was able to dispense with the services of Ole as interpreter. He ascertained that no such vessel as the Rensdyr had yet arrived, and satisfied with this information, he went out to the Djurgarden with his charge, dined at Hasselbacken, and made himself quite comfortable.
After breakfast the next morning, with Ole’s assistance, he chartered one of the little steamers, which was about the size of the ship’s second cutter, and, taking the trio with him, sailed out towards the Baltic.
“Where are you going, Mr. Peaks?” asked Sanford, deeply mystified by the movements of the boatswain.
“I’m going to make a trip down to the Baltic, to see what I can see,” replied Peaks.
“Are you going for the fun of it?”
“Well, that depends upon how you view it. I suppose you are going for the fun of it, whether I am or not.”
“But we would like to know what is up,” added Sanford.
“Young gentlemen should not be inquisitive,” laughed the old salt.
“Because, if you are going out to meet the ship, in order to put us on board—”