better than to wait
a whole day for horses again. That was a sell."

"Do you think so?"

"I thought so at the time, but I didn't want to make a fuss. I changed
a sovereign for Ole yesterday, and I believe Sanford has bought him
up. Never mind; we take the right hand road here, and as long as we
keep moving I haven't a word to say."

In less than an hour the horses were ready, and the procession of
carioles moved off. Ole and Sanford led the way, and turned to the
left, instead of the right.

"That's wrong," said Burchmore, very much excited.

"But what do they mean by going this way?" added Churchill.

"I don't know, and I don't care; I only know it is the wrong way.
Hallo!" he shouted to Sanford, and stopped his pony, which compelled
three others behind him to stop also.

"What's the matter?" called Sanford.

"You are going the wrong way," replied the cashier.

"No, this is right; come along;" and the coxswain started his team
again.

But Burchmore refused to follow him, and continued to block the way
against those behind him.

"Out of the way!" cried Clyde, who was in the rear.

"This is not the right way to Kongsberg," said Burchmore.

"Out of the way, or I'll smash you!" added the imperious Briton.

The cashier was a peaceable young gentleman, and turned his horse out
of the road. The cariole of Sanford was now out of sight.

"Why don't you go ahead?" demanded Tinckner. "How do you know it is
the wrong road?"

"I am certain of it. Those fellows are up to some trick."

As a portion of the procession did not follow its leader, Sanford and
his companions turned back.

"What's the matter, Burchmore? Why don't you come along?" cried the
coxswain, angrily.

"This is not the right road."

"Isn't it, Ole?" added the coxswain, turning to his companion in the
cariole.

"Certainly it is."

"I know it isn't," protested the cashier, vehemently. "You are up to
some trick."

"What trick?" asked Sanford, mildly, as he put on his look of injured
innocence.

"I don't know what; but I know this is not the right road to
Kongsberg."

"Who said anything about Kongsberg? We intend to go by the shortest
way. Don't we, Ole?"

"To be sure we do," replied the ready waif. "We are not going way
round by Kongsberg."

"You can't bluff me."

"Don't want to bluff you. Go whichever way you like; and the one who
gets to Christiania first is the best fellow. That's all I have to
say."

Sanford turned his pony