"I'll wager almost anything that this ghost is my white horse, Prince,
that has been missing so long!" went on Will. "But how in the world he
could have gotten on this island, so far from the mainland, is a
mystery!"
"Couldn't he swim?" asked Frank.
"Of course!" cried Will. "I forgot about that. And Prince was once a
circus horse, or at least in some show where he had to jump into a
tank of water. Prince is a regular hippopotamus when it comes to
water. Strange I never thought of that before!
"But this solves the ghost mystery, girls. You and the other folks
have been frightened by white Prince scooting about the island."
"We-- we weren't so very frightened," spoke Mollie.
"But the rattling chains?" questioned Grace.
"What were they?"
"The stirrups, of course," answered her brother. "And, by Jove, Grace,
if the stirrups are on Prince the saddle must be on him also, and the
papers---- "
"Oh, isn't this just fine!" cried Grace, her face alight. "Now papa
can complete that business deal. I never loved a ghost before. Dear
old Prince!"
"Of course we are assuming a lot," said Will.
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