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.
"Isn't it, Ole?" added the coxswain, turning to his companion in the cariole.
"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."
"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, and drove off again, followed by Clyde, Stockwell, and Rodman.
"How do you know this isn't the right way?" inquired Tinckner.
"I'll tell you," replied the cashier, jumping out of the cariole, and taking the Hand-book from his pocket.
The others soon joined him, and exhibiting the map, he explained his position to his friends.
"Here's another road to Kongsberg," said Summers, indicating its direction on the map. "They may be going that way."
"It is possible," added Burchmore, puzzled by this discovery. "It is farther that way than by Lysthus."
"Not much; there's hardly any difference. I'm in favor of following Sanford."
So were nearly all of them, and the cashier finally yielded. The tourists resumed their seats, and soon overtook the coxswain, who had evidently expected to be followed. Burchmore was annoyed by the discovery he had made, but as the pony attached to the cariole slowly climbed the hills, he studied the map and the text of the book he had bought.