"Something came snooping around about an hour ago. At first I thought
it was the horse, and went out to take a look. But it was only a fox,
I guess, for it scampered away in the bushes. I hope you have better
luck."
"So do I. Dad wants those papers the worst way. If I could get them
for him I'd feel better, for I can't get over blaming myself that it
was my fault they were lost. It was, because I shouldn't have sent
Grace for them when I knew how important they were."
Allen went to his cot, and Will took up his vigil. For an hour he sat
reading by a shaded lantern, so the light would not shine in the faces
of his chums. Then, when he was beginning to nod, in spite of the
attractions of the book, he heard a noise that brought him bolt
upright in the chair.
"Something is coming!" he whispered. He stole to the edge of the board
platform, and cautiously opened the flap of the tent. The box
containing oats and sugar had been placed a little distance away, in
plain view.
"That's Prince!" exclaimed Will, for in the moonlight he saw a white
horse eating from the box. The "ghost" had arrived.
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