haps he has some trace of him. He would hardly come back without good reason."
"I suppose not. Oh, aren't boys—terrible!"
"But Will didn't mean to cause all this trouble," spoke Mollie.
"I know. But he has, just the same."
Grace was too miserable even to think of chocolates.
Mr. Ford looked pale and tired when he came home, and his eyes showed loss of sleep.
"Well," he said to Grace, who was surrounded by her three chums, "I didn't find Will. He seems to have made a mess of it."
"How?" asked his sister.
"Well, by getting in with this developing concern. It seems that he signed some sort of contract, agreeing to work for them. He supposed it was clerical or secretary's work, but it turns out that he was deceived. What he signed was a contract to work in one of the many camps in the wilds of the interior. He may be getting out cypress, or turpentine."
"Couldn't you locate him, Daddy?" asked Grace.
"No, for the firm he signed with operates many camps. I could get very little satisfaction from them. I may have to appeal to the authorities."
