our outing on the water?"

"It will come to an end in a few days, Sam. We'll make the trip
to Albany, and that will be the last of it."

It was nightfall by the time they came up to the capital city.
Getting the necessary permission to tie up at one of the private
wharves, they locked up the cabin of the Spray and went ashore.

"Tom Rover, as I live! And Dick and Sam, too!"

The cry came from up the street, and soon a boy of Dick's age was
running to meet them. It was Frank Harrington, their old school
chum and room-mate of Dormitory No. 6.

"Frank!" came from the three, and a general handshaking followed.

"What brings you here?" asked Dick.

"Why, don't you know, my folks moved up to Albany from New York
-- father's in the State Senate now, you know," returned Frank,
with pride.

"Oh, that's so -- and you are a senator's son," put in Tom. "I
guess we'll have to tip our hats to you after this and call you
Mr. Harrington."

"Stow it, Tom, and keep your jokes until school opens,"
interrupted Frank. "Yes, we live here, and I thought you knew
all about it. I sent you a letter."