"It may not be Prince
after all, but all signs point to it. He must have been on this island
all the while. No wonder we could get no trace of him. Probably he was
so frightened at the storm and the auto, and his fall, that he ran on
until he came to the lake. Then his old training came back to him, and
in he plunged. There's enough fodder here for a dozen horses. He's
just been running wild. I'll have my own troubles with him when I get
him back."
"But how are you going to do it?" asked Frank.
"We'll search the island for him," replied Will. "Come on, we'll start
now."
Changing from their bathing suits to more conventional garments, the
boys and girls at once began a tour of the island. But though it was
not very large, there were inaccessible places, and it must have been
in one of these that Prince hid during the day, for they neither saw,
nor heard anything of him.
"We've got to set a trap!" exclaimed Will.
"How?" asked Grace.
"Well, evidently he's been in the habit of coming around the tent to
get scraps of food. We'll leave plenty out to-night, and also some
oats. Then we'll watch, and when Prince comes I'll catch him.
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