I was telling her to keep away."
"And that's good advice," agreed Mr. Belton, more seriously than he had
yet spoken. "I don't mind mixing up with some men, but those contract
laborers are pretty bad. My men are nothing to them, though I do get a
hard customer once in a while."
"But what can we do?" Grace besought. "If Will is there we must get him
away! Of course I'm not sure, but papa is looking everywhere for him,
and the best clue we got was that he was somewhere in the interior of
here."
"Then take my advice, and let the authorities do the searching," said
Mr. Belton. "The season won't last much longer, and they may discharge a
lot of their men--these contractors may. Then your brother could come
out of his own accord."
"Oh, but it is so long to wait!" cried Grace. "Surely there must be some
way," and she looked pleadingly at the two men.
"Well, I don't know," said Mr. Belton slowly. "I'll do all I can to help
you, and so will any of my men. And I think Hammond, here, will say the
same thing."
"Surely!" exclaimed the overseer. "But the question is--what could we
do?"
"We'd first have to locate the camp," said the labor man.
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