From the general storekeeper Andy learned that his Uncle Si had tried to borrow ten dollars, but without success. The storekeeper said Josiah Graham and Mr. A. Q. Hopton had had a bitter quarrel, and parted on bad terms. He did not know where either individual was now. "Well, let Uncle Si shift for himself," said Andy to Chet. "It will do him good." "Right you are, Andy. But what a shame that you lost those papers." "Oh, don't mention them, Chet. It makes me feel bad every time I think of it." "You ought to go back some day and take another look for them. I'll help you." "Yes, I intend to go back--if not right away, then when the snow clears off." "Provided we are not bound north by that time." "Yes, provided we are not bound for the Pole!" CHAPTER XIII BARWELL DAWSON REACHES A DECISION The trip to Portland proved full of keen interest to both boys, who had spent most of their lives in the backwoods. Barwell Dawson procured rooms for all at a hotel not far from Monument Square, and then he allowed the lads to do all the sightseeing they pleased. They took several trolley trips, and visited many points of interest, not forgetting the big stores, which were as much of a revelation as anything to them. The hunter and explorer set to work without delay to find out if possible what had become of the whaler, _Betsey Andrews_. At first he could learn little, but one day came a letter from New Bedford, from a maritime agency, stating that the whaler had not been heard of since stopping at Disko Island, off the coast of Greenland, two years before. It was supposed that she had either been hit by an iceberg, or been sunk in a storm, with all on board. Once a small boat belonging to the whaler had been found washed up on the coast of Greenland, but it had contained no persons, dead or alive. This news was very disheartening to Chet, and for several days he was not himself at all, and Andy could do little to cheer him up. But it was not as bad as if the youth had not expected something of this sort before, and his hopes soon came back to him. "I'll not believe father is dead until I see the proofs," he told his chum. "He may have been cast away on the coast of Greenland, and been unable to find a ship to bring him back home." "Let us hope that is true," answered Andy. "And let us hope that he gets back soon." But though Andy spoke thus, he had small expectations of ever seeing Mr. Greene alive. "I expect Professor Jeffer down tomorrow," said Barwell Dawson, one morning after reading his mail. "As soon as he comes we'll run up the coast to where the _Ice King_ is being fitted out." The weather had cleared off warm, and the snow was fast vanishing. The professor arrived on time, and was full of enthusiasm concerning the proposed trip to the north. "I wish we were sure of going," said Andy, to him, and then told of what had been said to Mr. Dawson.