"This will let us see what's going on across the city," she said. "Thank you,

Argus. Hopefully we'll see you back at camp . . . someday."

 

Argus grunted. He gave me a look that clearly meant Good luck; you'll need it,

then climbed into his van. He and the two haipy drivers swerved away, weaving

around clusters of idle cars that littered the road.

 

I whistled for Mrs. O'Leary, and she came bounding over.

 

"Hey, girl," I said. "You remember Grover? The satyr we met in the park?"

 

"WOOF!”

 

I hoped that meant Sure I do! And not, Do you have more hot dogs?

 

"I need you to find him," I said. "Make sure he's still awake. We're going to

need his help. You got that? Find Grover!"

 

Mrs. O'Leary gave me a sloppy wet kiss, which seemed kind of unnecessary. Then

she raced off north.

 

Pollux crouched next to a sleeping policeman. "I don't get it. Why didn't we

fall asleep too? Why just the mortals?"

 

"This is a huge spell," Silena Beauregard said. "The bigger the spell, the