chicken sandwiches. Under cover of opening another bottle of olives,
Mollie whispered to Grace:

"Ask him some questions-- start on motoring-- ask if they ever motored
near Deepdale."

"I will," whispered Grace, and, as the two young men ate, she led the
topic of talk to automobiles.

"Do you motor?" she asked, looking directly at Mr. Stone. She was
certain now that at least he had been in the car that caused Prince to
run away.

"Oh, yes, often," he answered. "Do you?"

"No, but I am very fond of horseback riding," she said. She was
certain that Mr. Stone started.

"Indeed," said he, "that is something I never cared about. Frankly, I
am afraid of horses. I saw one run away once, with a young lady,
and---- "

"Do you mean that time we were speeding up to get out of the storm?"
his friend interrupted, "and we hit a stone, swerved over toward the
animal, and nearly struck it?"

"Yes, that was the time," answered Mr. Stone. Grace could hardly
refrain from crying out that she was on that same horse.

"I have always wondered who that girl was," Mr. Stone went on, "and