I regret it very much."
"But it wasn't your fault, Daddy," declared Grace. "It just couldn't be
helped. But Will is brave--his letter shows that. Oh, can you help him?"
"I certainly shall, daughter," and Mr. Ford put his hand on Grace's
head, now bowed in grief. "I will write to Uncle Isaac at once, and have
him get in touch with the authorities. They should be able to tell where
the different gangs of prisoners have been sent, and by investigating
each one we can, by elimination, find Will. Then it will be an easy
matter to get him home. And I think he will be very glad to see Deepdale
again, in spite of the fact that he wanted to start out for himself to
'make good.' I hope the lesson will not be too hard for him."
"If we could only do something!" exclaimed Betty.
"Yes, girls always seem so--so helpless at a time like this," murmured
Mollie. "Oh, I wish I were a--man!"
"Tut--tut!" exclaimed Mr. Ford, with a laugh, something he had seldom
indulged in of late. "We couldn't get along without our girls. You can
offer sympathy, if nothing else, and often that is something as real as
actual service.
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