He snorted.

 

"Tyson?" I said. "Tyson is fine! I'm sorry he's not here. He's a big general now

in the Cyclops army."

 

"NEEEEIGGGGH! "

 

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll still bring you apples. Now, about that ride . . ."

 

In no time, Annabeth, Nico, and I were zipping up the East River faster than Jet

Skis. We sped under the Throgs Neck Bridge and headed for Long Island Sound.

 

It seemed like forever until we saw the beach at camp. We thanked the hippocampi

and waded ashore, only to find Argus waiting for us. He stood in the sand with

his arms crossed, his hundred eyes glaring at us.

 

"Is she here?" I asked.

 

He nodded grimly.

 

"Is everything okay?" Annabeth said.

 

Argus shook his head.