through which they were passing there was a certain monotony in
their voyage which at last became wearisome.

The sun was sinking low in the western sky when Fred at last
said, "I think we'll make Albany in about an hour."

"Do you think we'll find String there?" inquired George.

"I hope so. If it was any other of the Go Ahead boys I would say
we would be sure to find him there, but no one knows what Jack
will do. The only certain thing about him is his uncertainty.
Don't you remember--"

"I'm telling you," interrupted Grant, "that we'll find John
waiting for us at the dock. He knows where we're going to land."

"If String is there I'll agree to pay for the dinner to-night,"
said George. "My own feeling is that he hasn't left Poughkeepsie
yet."

It was still light when at last the Black Growler approached the
dock where she was to be tied up for the night. The three Go
Ahead boys were peering ahead of them with interest, every one
looking among the men on the docks for their missing companion.


CHAPTER IV

THE LOST IS FOUND