"Seen anything more of the ghost?" asked Will of the girls, when the
canoe had been moored to the shore.
"No, and we don't want to," returned Betty.
"Afraid?" Allen wanted to know.
"Indeed not!" she exclaimed, with a blush.
"I'll tell you what let's do," suggested Frank. "Let's take a look
around and see if that ghost left any footprints."
"Ghosts never do," asserted Will.
"Well, let's have a look anyhow. We should have done it before. Now,
as nearly as I can recollect, the creature came about to here, and
then rushed into the lake," and Frank went to a spot some distance
from the tents. The others agreed that it was about there that the
white object had been seen. Will was looking along the ground, going
toward the lake. Suddenly he uttered an exclamation.
"Girls! Fellows!" he cried. "Come here!" They all hastened to his
side. He pointed to some marks in the sandy soil.
"What are they?" he asked, excitedly.
"Hoof marks!" cried Allen, dramatically.
"That's right!" agreed Will. "They are the marks of a horse! Girls,
that's what your ghost is-- a white horse, and-- and---- "
He ceased abruptly, looked at Grace strangely, and then brother and
sister gasped together:
"Prince!"
"What?" demanded Allen.
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