of wood. Oh! but it is hard work. The wood Is partly under water, and the bugs and mosquitoes and alligators are terrible. I ran away, for I couldn't stand it."
"Poor fellow," murmured Amy. "Oh, to think of Tom Osborne and some other young fellow being there."
"Just like my poor brother Will," agreed Grace. "Oh, I wonder if he could be the 'other one' he refers to! Listen," she went on to the simple youth eagerly, "I am going to describe a young man to you. I want you to tell me if he is like the one you once tried to rescue—the time you saved our boat," and she gave a close description of her brother.
"Is the 'other one' like that?" she asked breathlessly.
The Loon shook his head.
"No," he said slowly, "not at all like that. He is very thin, this one, and he is lame."
"Oh dear!" half sobbed Grace. "I was beginning to have such hope!"
"Never mind," consoled Betty. "We will find your brother yet. Come now, we are losing time. Come, Harry," she said gently.
"And the other one, too?" he asked eagerly. "I promised I would help him, and took his money; but I lost it."
