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THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDA
Or
Wintering in the Sunny South
by
LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of "The Outdoor Girls of Deepdale," "The Outdoor Girls in a Motor
Car," "The Bobbsey Twins," "The Bobbsey Twins at School," Etc.
Illustrated
New York
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers
* * * * *
BOOKS FOR GIRLS
BY LAURA LEE HOPE
12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. Price per volume, 40 cents, postpaid.
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKE
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A MOTOR CAR
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A WINTER CAMP
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDA
THE BOBBSEY TWINS BOOKS
For Little Men and Women
THE BOBBSEY TWINS
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE
* * * * *
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York
Copyright, 1913, by Grosset & Dunlap.
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDA
[Illustration: "THAT'S A MANATEE--A SEA-COW SOME FOLKS CALL 'EM,"
ANSWERED THE YOUTH.--_Page 126._
_The Outdoor Girls in Florida._]
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I BAD NEWS 1
II GOOD NEWS 14
III WILL'S LETTER 25
IV "COME HOME!" 33
V MISSING AGAIN 41
VI AN APPEAL FOR HELP 50
VII OFF FOR FLORIDA 59
VIII LAUNCHING THE BOAT 68
IX ON A SAND BAR 75
X DOUBTFUL HELP 82
XI INTO THE INTERIOR 93
XII A WARNING 103
XIII A STRANGE TOW 108
XIV THE TATTERED YOUTH 118
XV THE TWO MEN 126
XVI SUSPICIOUS CHARACTERS 132
XVII IN DANGER 139
XVIII BETWEEN TWO PERILS 147
XIX LOST 154
XX THE LOON 163
XXI TO THE RESCUE 169
XXII THE EVERGLADE CAMP 177
XXIII THE ESCAPE 185
XXIV THE YOUTH ON THE RAFT 189
XXV WILL FORD 196
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDA
CHAPTER I
BAD NEWS
"Why, Grace, what in the world is the matter? You've been crying!"
"Yes, I have, Betty. But don't mind me. It's all so sudden. Come in. I
shall be all right presently. Don't mind!"
Grace Ford tried to repress her emotion, but the cause of her tears was
evidently too recent, or the effort at self-control too much for her,
for she gave way to another outburst, sobbing this time on the shoulder
of Betty Nelson, who patted her sympathetically, and murmured soothingly
to her chum.
"But what is it, Grace?" Betty asked, after waiting a minute.
"I--I'll tell you in a moment or two, Betty. Just--just wait," and the
tall, graceful girl made a more successful effort to master her
feelings.
"Here come Amy and Mollie," went on Betty, as she glanced from the
library window and saw two girls walking up the path opened across the
lawn through the mass of newly fallen snow. "Do you want to meet them,
Grace; or shall I say you don't feel well--have a headache? They'll
understand. And perhaps in a little while----"
"No--no, Betty. It's sweet of you to want to help me; but Amy and Mollie
might just as well know now as later. I'll be able to see them--in a
little while. It--it's all so sudden."
"But what does it all mean, Grace? I can't understand. Is anyone
dead--or--or hurt?" and Betty Nelson, who had called at the house of
Grace to talk over plans for a dance they were going to attend the
following week, looked anxiously at her chum. Only the day before Grace
had seemed like her nearly-always jolly self. She and her three chums,
including Betty, had been down town shopping, and Grace, as usual, had
indulged in chocolates--her one failing, if such it can be called.
"Surely she can't be ill," thought Betty. "Ill from too many chocolates?
I've seen her take twice as many as she did yesterday, and she doesn't
look ill."
With this half-formed thought in her mind Betty looked more critically
at her chum. Aside from the tears--which seldom add to a girl's
beauty--there was no change in Grace Ford.
That is, no change except one caused by something rather mysterious,
Betty thought--something that was hard for Grace to tell, but which had
deeply affected her.
There came a ring at the door. Betty started toward it from the library,
where she and Grace had gone when Grace let her chum in a short time
before.
"Shall I answer, Grace?" inquired Betty, hesitating.
"Yes, do, please. I think Katy is with mamma. She took the news very
much to heart. Let Amy and Mollie in, and then I'll tell you all about
it. Oh, but I don't know what to do!"
"Now look here, Grace Ford!" exclaimed Betty briskly, pausing a moment
on her way to the door. "You just stop this! If no one is dead, and no
one is hurt, then it can't be so very dreadful. You just stop now, and
when we all get together we'll help you in whatever trouble you have.
You know that; don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Betty, I do. You aren't the 'Little Captain' to all of us for
nothing. I'll try and not cry any more."
"Do. It--it isn't at all becoming. Your nose is positively like
a--lobster!"
"It is not, Betty Nelson!" Grace flared.
"It certainly is. Look in the glass if you don't believe me. There--take
my chamois and give it a little rub before I let in Amy and Mollie. It's
only nice, clean talcum--you needn't think it's powder."
"All right--as if talcum wasn't powder, though," and Grace smiled
through the traces of her recent tears.
"That's better," decided Betty, with a nod of her shapely head and a
bright look from her sparkling eyes. "Yes, I'll be there in a moment,"
she called as there came another ring at the bell.
"Shall I bring them right in, Grace?" she called over her shoulder, as
she neared the door.
"Yes--yes. I might as well--have it over with," faltered the weeping
one.
"Gracious, you'd think someone was going to be hanged, or beheaded, or
sent to the galleys for life--or some other dreadful thing such as we
read of in our ancient histories," commented Betty. "Cheer up, Grace.
There may be worse to come."
"It's awfully good of you, Betty, to try and cheer me, only, if you
understood--but there--let them in. They must be perishing!"
"Oh, it isn't so cold. You don't feel well, that's all. Hello,
Amy--Mollie. Come in!" she greeted the other girls, at the same time
endeavoring by nods and winks to convey some idea that all was not well
with Grace.
But if Betty hoped to convey a quiet intimation that something out of
the ordinary had happened she did not succeed. In her eagerness to warn
the newcomers not to ask questions she overdid it, and succeeded only in
making them alarmed.
"What--what is it?" asked Mollie, in a sort of stage whisper.
"Oh, nothing like that," said Betty, seeing that she was only making
matters worse.
"Who--who is----" began Amy.
"No one!" said Betty, half-sharply. "Don't put on such a mournful look,
Amy. But Grace has had some bad news, I expect, so I let you in."
"Bad news!" echoed Mollie.
"What kind?" inquired Amy.
"I don't know--yet. She's going to tell us."
The two newcomers, divesting themselves of their rubbers, walked on
tiptoe toward the library, preceded by Betty. The latter heard their
cautious approach and turned on them quickly.
"Nobody's asleep!" she exclaimed. "Why don't you act--naturally?"
"Why don't you, yourself, Betty Nelson?" demanded Mollie Billette,
quickly, her dark eyes flashing. "You meet us as if--as if something
terrible had happened, and because we live up to the part, and behave
ourselves, you----"
"Hush, please," begged gentle Amy, for well she knew Mollie's
failing--an exceedingly quick temper.
"I beg your pardon," spoke Mollie, contritely. "I forgot myself."
"That's all right," said Betty, with a smile. "I don't blame you. But we
must all help Grace now. She feels very bad."
As the three entered the library they saw their chum standing near a
window, looking out over the snow-covered lawn. Grace did not turn at
the approach of her friends.
Then Amy stole softly up to her, and, reaching up her arms, tried to put
them around Grace's neck. But Grace was tall, while Amy was rather
short, so the little act of kindness could not be carried out.
Mollie laughed a little. She could not help it.
Amy flushed. She was rather sensitive on the point of her stature.
"Don't mind them, Amy," said Grace quickly, as she turned about, placing
her own arms around the other. "I know I am too tall, and I seem to
keep on growing. Hello, Mollie dear. I'm so glad you came," and she
kissed the two newcomers.
Her eyes filled with tears again, seeing which Betty called out:
"Now, Grace, remember you promised not to do that any more. Just be
brave, and tell us all about it; that is, if we can help you in any
manner."
"I--I don't know whether you can or not," spoke Grace slowly, "but I'll
tell you just the same. It's--it's about my brother Will!"
She paused a moment, catching her breath as she gave this piece of
information.
"Has he--has he----" began Betty, hoping to make it easier for Grace to
tell.
"No, he hasn't done anything to attract public attention this time,"
went on Grace. "But he has run away."
"Run away!"
It was a surprised chorus from the three visitors.
"Yes he has left Uncle Isaac's home--stopped work in the cotton mill,
and gone--no one knows where."
"Why, Grace!" exclaimed Mollie. "Do you really mean it?"
Grace nodded. She could not speak for a moment.
"How did it happen?" asked Betty.
"Who told you?" Amy wanted to know.
"Uncle Isaac himself told us," resumed Grace, after a pause. "As for how
it happened we don't know yet. Uncle Isaac is on his way now to give us
some particulars. He just telephoned to mamma, and that is what upset us
all. I have sent for papa to come home from the office. He will be here
to meet Uncle Isaac I hope. Oh, isn't it dreadful!"
"But perhaps it is only some boyish prank," suggested Betty hopefully.
"What are the particulars? Perhaps he has only gone off with some
friends, and will come back again, just as he did the--other time."
"The other time," as Betty called it was rather a delicate subject with
the Ford family, for Will with some chums had gotten into a little
difficulty not long before this story opens, and the present
complication was an outcome of that. I shall describe them in order
presently.
"No, I don't believe it is a prank this time," went on Grace. "He has
been gone some time, and we never knew it until Uncle Isaac mentioned it
casually over the telephone. Oh, I wish he would come! We can't do a
thing until we hear the particulars. Then papa will start an inquiry, I
think. Poor Will! I hope he is not--not hurt!" and again Grace showed
symptoms of tears.
"Now stop that!" commanded the Little Captain sharply. "You know it does
no good to worry. Wait until you have some real facts to go on."
"Yes, do," urged Mollie.
"But he isn't your brother," said Grace in retort. "How would you like
it, Mollie Billette, if Paul should be missing some day?"
"Oh, I'd feel dreadful, of course. But Paul and Dodo get into so many
scrapes," she added, with a curious shrug of her shoulders, in which she
betrayed her French ancestry--"so very many scrapes, my dears, that we
are past being shocked."
But, for all Mollie spoke so lightly, she knew--and so did her
chums--that should anything happen to the twins Mollie would be the
first to show emotion.
"Have you heard no word from Will himself?" asked Betty, after a pause.
"Not a word, and that makes it seem all the worse. If we only had some
word--something to go by, we might not feel so bad. But it came like a
bolt out of a blue sky--what Uncle Isaac telephoned about an hour ago.
He is down town attending to business, and he said he'd come up as soon
as he could. He was surprised himself, to know that Will was not home."
"Then he knew that he had left Atlanta?" asked Mollie.
"Yes, but he supposed Will had started back home."
"I'm afraid I don't exactly understand it all," said Amy in a low voice.
"You know I've been away, and----"
"Oh, of course!" exclaimed Grace. "I forgot that you had been off with
that newly-found brother of yours. Well, you see, Amy, Will disgraced
himself a while ago----"
"I don't call it much of a disgrace," said Betty in defense of the
absent one.
"Well, papa did," said Grace. "I thought perhaps he was a little too
severe on Will, but mamma said it was best to be severe at the start."
"What did he do?" asked Amy.
"I didn't hear all the particulars," went on Grace. "But you know that
new Latin teacher the High School boys have--Professor Cark, his name
is."
Amy nodded.
"Well, the boys didn't like him from the very start," proceeded Grace,
"and I guess he didn't like the boys any too well. They played some
tricks on him, and he retaliated by doubling up on their lessons. Then
one night he was kidnapped--taken from his boarding place and hazed. It
was nothing very bad, but the faculty held a meeting, and voted to expel
all the boys concerned in it. Will was one, and papa was so angry that
he said he would punish Will in a way he wouldn't forget. He said he'd
take him out of school, before he'd have him expelled, and make him lose
a term.
"So poor Will was given his choice of starting the study of law in
papa's office, or going to work for Uncle Isaac Ford--papa's brother.
Uncle Isaac has a big cotton mill down in Atlanta, Georgia, you know.
Papa thought it would be a good thing for Will to see what hard work
meant. At the same time it would take him away from Deepdale, and out of
the influence of some of the boys who were responsible for the hazing. I
don't believe Will was one of the ringleaders."
"And did he go South?" asked Amy.
"He did. He chose to work for Uncle Isaac instead of studying law here.
And for the past month or so he has been in the mill. Then, all of a
sudden, he disappears."
"But how?" asked Mollie.
"We don't know the particulars," said Grace. "We supposed up to about an
hour ago, that Will was in Atlanta, though we wondered why he didn't
write. But then he never was very good at sending letters. Then came
this 'phone message. I answered and I was surprised to hear Uncle Isaac
speaking.
"At first I thought he was talking from Atlanta, and I was afraid
something had happened. But Uncle Isaac said he was here--in Deepdale,
and then he startled me by asking how Will was.
"'Why, isn't he down in your mill?' I asked. Uncle Isaac said he was
not--that Will had not come to work one morning, and had left a note
saying that he was going to quit. Of course Uncle Isaac thought Will had
come back home. But when I told him we had not seen my brother, why,
Uncle Isaac was as startled as I was. He said he'd come right up here
and tell us all he knew."
Grace paused. She had spoken rather at length.
"Well, that is rather strange," murmured Mollie.
"But of course it may be easily explained when your Uncle comes," said
Betty.
"There he is now!" cried Grace, glancing out of a window. "And he has
papa with him. He must have stopped at the office. Oh, I'm so glad papa
is here!" and she hurried to the front door to let them in.
CHAPTER II
GOOD NEWS
"Oh, father!" gasped Grace, as she slipped into his waiting arms. Hardly
a greeting did she give to Uncle Isaac, but perhaps this was on account
of having spoken to him over the telephone shortly before. "Oh, father!
Where is poor Will?"
"I don't know, Grace," answered Mr. Ford gently. "But don't worry. We
shall find him. How is your mother?"
"Oh, she feels it dreadfully of course. She's been wanting you so much."
"I came as soon as I could. Your Uncle Isaac stopped for me after
telephoning the news to you."
"Yes, I allowed that was the best procedure," said Mr. Ford Sr., he
being the elder brother of the father of Grace. Uncle Isaac spoke with a
slight Southern accent, but not very pronounced, since he had lived most
of his life in the North.
"I'll see your mother first, Grace, and then we'll discuss what's best
to be done," went on Mr. Ford. "It was rather a shock to me."
"Oh, father! I hope nothing has happened to poor Will!" sighed Grace.
"Well, if there has, he brought it on himself," said Uncle Isaac
sharply. "He had a good place with me, and he could have stayed there
and learned the business. Instead of that he chose to act like a----"
"Never mind, Isaac," spoke Mr. Ford quickly. "The thing is done, and
we'll have to make the best of it. Perhaps I acted a bit hastily in
sending him to you."
"It would have done him good if he had stayed with me. But boys are so
foolish."
"And I presume you and I were--at Will's age," said the father. "Well,
I'll go see your mother, Grace, and then I'll be down again. Is someone
here?" and he looked at the rubbers in the hall.
"Yes, Betty, Mollie and Amy."
"Oh, that's all right. You can stay with them until I come down. Isaac,
if you are hungry I'll have some lunch sent up."
"Not for me. I never eat between meals," and Uncle Isaac spoke with
firmness.
As Betty looked out of a crack in the library door she made up her mind
that Mr. Ford's brother seldom did anything "between meals." He seemed
to be a man who lived by hard and fast rules, and he had not the most
kindly face and manner in the world. He was quite a contrast to Grace's
father.
"Maybe that's why Will left him," mused Betty. "I'm sure he looks as if
he would be a hard master. Poor Will!"
"I'll just sit in here and look at the paper," went on Uncle Isaac,
starting toward the library.
"The girls--my chums--are in there," said Grace quickly. "Of course, if
you----"
"Excuse me!" interrupted Uncle Isaac. "I'll meet them later, after your
father and I have straightened out this tangle--if it can be done. I'll
sit in the parlor, though I'm not used to it. No use wearing out the
best carpet. Is anyone in the dining room?"
"They are getting ready for dinner," said Grace with a smile, to which
the elderly man did not respond. "I guess you'll have to go to the
parlor, Uncle Isaac. Of course we'll entertain you, but----"
"No, I'd rather look over the paper. Go along, Jim, and comfort Margaret
all you can. I'm sure it wasn't my fault----"
"Of course not, Isaac. I'll be back presently," and Mr. Ford started for
his wife's room. Grace rejoined her chums, and Uncle Isaac went to the
parlor.
And, while the scene is thus cleared for a moment I will take advantage
of it to make my new readers somewhat better acquainted with the
characters and setting of this story.
The initial volume of this series was "The Outdoor Girls of Deepdale;
Or, Camping and Tramping for Fun and Health," and in that was related
how Betty, Amy, Mollie and Grace had gone on a walking trip, and how
they solved the strange secret of a five hundred dollar bill.
The second book brought our heroines into the midst of summer, and also
saw them started on a voyage in Betty's motor boat. This book, called:
"The Outdoor Girls at Rainbow Lake; Or, the Stirring Cruise of the Motor
Boat _Gem_," had to do, in a measure, with a curious happening on an
island, following the strange loss of some valuable papers, when a horse
Grace was riding ran away with her. And how the papers were
recovered--but there. It would not be "playing the game" to go into
details now.
"The Outdoor Girls in a Motor Car; Or, The Haunted Mansion of Shadow
Valley," was the third book of the series. As the sub-title indicates
there really was a house where strange manifestations took place, and
when Mollie was captured by the "ghost," her chums were very much
alarmed.
The adventures of our friends in the touring car, which Mollie owned,
carried them well into Fall, and when the first snow came, and the girls
had the chance to go to the woods, they took advantage of the
opportunity. In the fourth book, "The Outdoor Girls in a Winter Camp;
Or, Glorious Days on Skates and Ice boats," there was related how a
certain property dispute, involving Mr. Ford, was settled through good
luck favoring the girls. Also how Amy was claimed by a brother, of whose
existence she was unaware.
They had been back from camp some little time now, when the strange
disappearance of Will Ford gave them new food for thought and action.
"Oh, if we only could find him for you, Grace!" exclaimed Betty, when
her chum had returned to the library, after greeting her father. "If we
only could."
"Yes. If only we could pick him up, as we did that five hundred dollar
bill," added Mollie.
"We might," said Amy, half seriously.
And the girls discussed this possibility--one not so remote as might
seem at first, since they had done many strange things of late.
A word or two more before I go on.
The girls, as I have intimated, lived in the city of Deepdale, in the
heart of the Empire State. Deepdale--Dear Deepdale as the girls called
it--lived up to its name. It was a charming town, with some country
features that made it all the nicer. It nestled in a bend of the Argono
River, a stream of some importance commercially.
The four girls I have already named--Grace Ford, Mollie Billette, Betty
Nelson and Amy. In the first volume the latter was Amy Stonington, but a
mystery concerning her had been solved, and a brother who had long
sought her, at last found her. He was Henry Blackford, who was concerned
in the five hundred dollar bill mystery, and he recognized Amy as his
sister in a peculiar way. So Amy Stonington became Amy Blackford, and
Mr. and Mrs. John Stonington, instead of being her uncle and aunt, were
mere strangers to her.
No, not mere strangers, either, for they had not brought her up from a
baby to so easily relinquish her now. They could not bear to give her
up, and as she had no other relatives, except her brother, as far as she
knew, and as he had to travel about considerably in his business, Amy
remained with those she had so long regarded as her parents. She was
very glad to do so.
Betty was the only child, while Grace had, as I have mentioned, a
brother Will. Mollie had a small brother and sister--the twins, Dora (or
"Dodo") and Paul. Her mother was a well-to-do widow, and the parents of
the other girls were wealthy, but made no display of their means.
As I have noted, Will's foolish prank had brought its punishment, though
perhaps he did not merit it as much as did some of his chums. One, Frank
Haley, had been expelled, and another had been suspended for three
weeks. But to Will would seem to have come the heavier punishment, now
that he was away from home, no one knew where.
Mr. Ford came down from his wife's room. Grace glided out to him.
"How is she?" the girl inquired.
"I have made her feel a little easier," he announced. "Now we will hear
what Uncle Isaac has to say."
It was not a great deal.
"I put Will right to work, as you directed me, Jim," the visitor said to
his brother. "Work is good for boys, and I started him at the bottom of
the ladder. That's what you wanted; wasn't it?"
"Well, I did think so at the time, after he got into that scrape," said
Mr. Ford. "I was pretty well provoked, but I begin to think now I was a
bit too harsh with him."
"Nonsense!" snorted Uncle Isaac. "Harshness is good for boys. I wasn't
any harsher on him than on any of the boys that work in my mill. I made
him toe the mark--that's all."
"But Will has a sensitive nature," said his father slowly. "Did he give
any intimation that he was going to leave?"
"Not a bit. He did his work well--that is, as well as any boys do. None
of 'em are much good."
Grace caught her breath. She started to say something, but her father,
by a slight motion of his head, stopped her.
"Will stayed at my home, you know," went on Uncle Isaac. "I did the best
by him I knew. I didn't let him out nights, I made him read good and
helpful books like 'Pilgrims Progress,' and others of the kind, and I
kept him from the moving pictures.
"Well the first thing I knew he wasn't in his room when I went to call
him one morning, and there was this note."
He held it out. Mr. Ford read it eagerly. All it said was:
"I can't stand it any longer. I'm going to quit."
"And he had packed up his things and left," went on Uncle Isaac. "I was
dumbfounded, I was. I didn't think it was much use to hunt for him as I
thought he'd come right home. He had some money--you know you gave him
some."
Mr. Ford nodded.
"I didn't write, as I calculated on coming up North," went on Uncle
Isaac. "Then when I telephoned, and found Will hadn't come home, I
didn't know what to think."