"Keep back!"
called Will, in even tones. "I think I have him. Prince! Come here!"
The horse took a step forward. He sensed his master now. Will
advanced, speaking gently, and a moment later Prince, with a joyful
whinny, was nibbling at the sugar in the boy's hand. Then Will slid
the other along and caught the mane. The bridle was gone.
"I have him!" cried Will. "Bring the rope, fellows."
Prince was not frightened now. He stood still. Will led him into the
full moonlight. Then he exclaimed:
"The saddle is gone!"
CHAPTER XXV
THE MISSING SADDLE
"Have you caught Prince?" Grace called this to her brother from the
tent where she and the other girls had been aroused by the commotion.
"Yes, I have him. He knew me almost at once," answered Will. "But the
saddle is gone!"
"And the papers?" Grace faltered.
"Gone with it, I fancy. Too bad!"
"Maybe he just brushed the saddle off," suggested Allen, who, with
Frank, had come out with a rope halter that had been provided in case
the "ghost hunt" was a success. "We'll look around. I'll get a
lantern."
But a hasty search in the darkness revealed nothing.
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