Dick found lots to interest him before breakfast, in the panorama of the city’s water front, at least that section of it where the fleet of canal-boats was moored close inshore.
After breakfast the lads bade Captain Beasley and his family good-bye, promising to look them up at the Water Street moorage when they reached New York.
Dick then led the way to McGee’s stables, where he and Joe hitched up the wagon and started out.
Having provided themselves with provisions and feed for the animals, they took the road back to the deserted farm, at which they arrived, without any adventure, late in the afternoon.
They passed the whole of the next day in getting together a load.
Thirty-five bushels about cleaned up all the good apples left.
They passed a second night at the old rookery, as Joe called it, and on the following morning started early for Albany.
Dick sold the entire load to a commission house for $95, but he and Joe had to procure the necessary number of barrels to hold the fruit in shape for shipment to New York.
After paying to Joe his share of the profits, Dick found, expenses deducted, that his cash capital had increased to $175.