"We don't!" answered Betty.
The other boat was proceeding down stream now, the colored men looking back with their rolling eyes. Betty started her engine on the reverse again, and then, feeling sure that they were beyond the bar, she turned and steered her craft back toward the orange grove. The picnic plan was given up now as it was getting late and the girls were tired.
"Thank goodness that's over!" exclaimed Grace, with a sigh of relief. "Oh, I was so frightened!"
"At what?" asked Mollie.
"I—I don't know."
"Well, it was very kind of them," said Betty. "We might have had to stay there a long time."
"And I'm going to tell Uncle Stonington," spoke Amy. "He may want to hire men, for there are many more oranges to pick."
Grace sat thoughtfully on the cushions, neglecting even to eat her chocolates.
"'A penny for your thoughts,'" offered Betty.
"I was just wondering," said Grace slowly, "that perhaps that man might know something of the labor contractor who has Will in the toils. I wish I had thought to ask.
"That's so!" cried Mollie. "But we can find
