They made New Haven at a little after seven, found anchorage and rowed ashore in the tender. They had dinner ashore, idled away an hour about town afterwards and turned in early. The next morning they paid a visit to the post office and were rewarded with a good-sized bunch of mail. Then Dan telegraphed his folks to expect them for dinner that evening, and at nine o’clock they were on their way again. There followed an enjoyable but uneventful day. There was plenty to look at, since the Sound was alive with boats of all sorts and descriptions. They passed Stamford at one o’clock, the _Vagabond_ taking up the miles and tossing them astern in a very businesslike manner. Once in the East River it was necessary to slow down on account of the traffic. Ferry boats and excursion steamers persisted in getting in the way, and sailing yachts and launches were everywhere. At a few minutes before six the _Vagabond_ sidled up to a wharf near the end of Fifty-first Street and was made fast for the night. Dan’s father knew the owner of the property—Dan had often gone in bathing from that very spot when a few years younger—and the watchman promised to keep an eye on the launch. They made very swell toilets and then piled out for a walk across town to Dan’s house. That evening was a merry one. It was good to sit down once more at a table a-glimmer with cut glass and radiant with white napery and flowers; in fact, it was good to be at home again, even if the home didn’t happen to belong to them all. Mr. and Mrs. Speede, who were old friends since the Four had spent several days there the preceding summer before their walking trip, made Bob and Nelson and Tom feel quite as much at home there as Dan himself; although I don’t believe much compulsion was necessary in Tom’s case; Tom would have made himself at home anywhere. Mr. Speede was much interested in the story of their trip, and especially in the adventure with Captain Sauder and Spencer Floyd. “Well,” he said, “it’s too bad the captain got him again, for that’s just what happened, I guess, but you boys did all you could and I wouldn’t have had you do any less.” “I suppose the poor kid’s halfway up North by this time,” observed Bob. “And getting his lickings regular,” added Nelson. “Maybe not, though,” said Tom hopefully. “Maybe he found another chance to run away and made a go of it.” “Well, let’s hope so,” said Mr. Speede. “Now, how do you boys feel about a visit to one of the roof gardens? It’s late, but I guess we can see something of the show. At least we can keep cool.”