"Yes, grandma."

"And if they should happen to fall into other hands it might make
trouble-- at least for a time."

"Yes. I will take good care of them."

"How can you carry them?"

"In the saddle. Will had pockets, made especially for his needs. They
will fit nicety. I looked before starting out."

"Very good. Then I won't keep you. Trot along. It does look as though
we would have a storm. I hope you get back before it breaks. I would
ask you to stay, but I know your father is waiting for those papers."

"Yes, Will said he wanted them quickly. Oh, well, I think I can
out-race the storm," and Grace laughed.

She found that she really would have to race when, a little later, out
on the main road, the distant rumble of thunder was heard.

"Come, Prince!" she called. "We must see what we can do. Your best
foot foremost, old fellow!" The horse whinnied in answer, and swung
into an easy gallop that covered the ground well.

The clouds gathered thicker and faster. Now and then their black
masses would be split by jagged flashes of lightning, that presaged
the rumbling report of heaven's artillery which seemed drawing nearer