the Rjukanfos branched off from that to the
capital. They were compelled to wait an hour here for a change of
horses. Rogues rarely believe that they are suspected, and Sanford
was confident that his companions, with the exception of Rodman and
Stockwell, had no idea of his intentions. Burchmore had not failed to
notice the repeated conferences between those who were plotting the
mischief. He was not quite satisfied with the delay which had enabled
the party to catch that solitary salmon at Apalstoe. He was one of the
first to enter the station-house where the carioles stopped. On the
table he found "The Hand-book of Norway," which contained a large map.
He was anxious to possess this book.

"_Hvor_?" said he, using a word he had learned of Ole, which meant
"how much," at the same time holding up the book, and exhibiting his
money.

"_Tre_," replied the woman in the room; by which he understood her to
mean three marks, for at the same time she laughingly held up three
fingers.

Burchmore paid the money, and put the book into his pocket. Retreating
behind the stable with Churchill, who rode in the cariole with him, he
produced the volume, and spread out the map. Without much difficulty
he found the road by which the party had come. Everything was right so
far, and he was satisfied that they should arrive at Kongsberg that
night.

"Can you make out what's up, Burchmore?" asked Churchill, with whom
the former had discussed his doubts and fears.

"No; everything is right. Here we are, at the branching off of these
two roads," replied Burchmore, indicating the locality with the point
of his knife.

"But Sanford is up to something. He, and Ole, and Stockwell are
whispering together half the time. Perhaps they mean to leave us
somewhere on the road."

"They can, if they like," added Burchmore. "I am cashier, you know.
Each fellow has paid me seven pounds, which I have changed into
species and marks. No other one has any Norwegian money, or, at least,
not more than a specie or two. They won't leave me."

"They wouldn't make anything by it."

"And Sanford runs with that English fellow, who seems to be a little
fast."

"He's a hard one," added Churchill, shaking his head.

"Let them go it; I can keep the run of them now," said Burchmore, as
he folded up the map, and put the Hand-book in his pocket. "Don't say
anything about this book, Churchy."

"Not a word."

"I know where we are now, and I think I shall know