“Very likely.”
“He’s just the fellow for us,” said Stockwell, in a low tone, after he had glanced around him, to see that no listeners were near. “He speaks the lingo of this country. We must buy him up.”
“Good!” exclaimed Boyden. “We ought not to have let him go till we had fixed his flint.”
“I didn’t think of it before; but there is time enough. If we can get hold of his story we can manage him without any trouble.”
“But he won’t tell his story. He wouldn’t even let on to the principal.”
“No matter; we must have him, somehow or other. Sanford can handle him.”
“I don’t exactly believe in the scrape,” said Burchmore, shaking his head dubiously. “We’ve heard all about the fellows that used to try to run away from the ship and from the Josephine. They always got caught, and always had the worst of it.”
“We are not going to run away, and we are not going to make ourselves liable to any punishment,” interposed Sanford, rather petulantly. “We can have a good time on shore without running away, or anything of that sort.”
“What’s the use?” replied Burchmore.
“The principal isn’t going to let us see anything at all of Norway. We are going to put in at Christiansand, and then go to Christiania. We want to see the interior of Norway, for there’s glorious fishing in the lakes and rivers—salmon as big as whales.”