David Porter, like my own. He has joined the Lapham-Hausermann Expedition, bound for the interior of Norway."
"Exactly," and the officer looked wise. "Who is this young man?"
"This is my friend, Roger Morr. He is traveling with me for company."
"You are very young to be traveling alone."
"I can't help that. I want to find my father, and do it as soon as I can."
"Is he expecting you?"
"I don't know. I sent him a cablegram, but I do not know if he received it."
"That expedition—do you know anything about it?" asked the officer, shrewdly.
"No, sir—nothing more than what I saw in the English papers."
"Didn't your father tell you anything about it?"
"No, he couldn't." And Dave hesitated.
"Why?"
"Because—well, he doesn't know me—that is, he doesn't know I am alive."
"This is extraordinary, young man!" exclaimed the officer of the police, for such the man was. "I think you had better explain."
"I am in a great hurry, sir," pleaded Dave.
"He wants to catch his father before the expedition leaves Christlania," put in Roger.
"Before it leaves?"
