"Who?" asked the girl.
"I—er—that is—I can find someone," he answered hesitatingly. He had referred to himself and his brother, but he did not want Gertrude to know that. "Now let's call up this lawyer," he said.
Fortunately Mr. Bolton was at home, and as soon as the name of Mr. Racer was mentioned he at once consented to take charge of the case.
Frank arranged to have him call on Mrs. Morton in the morning, and then sent another telegram to his father advising the silk merchant of what had been done.
"And be sure and sell those bonds, dad," was the way Frank ended up his message. Mr. Racer laughed when he read it.
"I guess our boy is getting quite interested in a certain party," he remarked to his wife.
"Goodness! He's too young!" exclaimed Frank's mother.
"Well, I guess this is all that can be done to-night," remarked Frank, as he came out of the telegraph office with the two girls. "Mr. Bolton will call on your mother to-morrow."
"Then we had better get home and tell her," spoke Gertrude. "Come, Grace."
"Wait. I'm not going to let you go alone!" exclaimed Frank. "We'll get the next car for Dailsburg."