"Yes, yes. This is Mr. Ford's residence. What's that-- you have a
stray white horse? Oh, Will, maybe it's Prince!" and she turned
eagerly to her brother. "A man from Randall's livery stable is on the
wire. He says they have a white horse that was just brought in. A
farmer says he found him wandering about the country. Hurry down
there!"

CHAPTER VII

STOWAWAYS

"Then he isn't your horse, Will?" It was Mr. Randall, the livery
stable keeper who asked this question as Grace's brother critically
inspected an animal that was led out for view in the stable.

"No, that isn't Prince," was the answer. "He looks enough like him,
though, to be his brother. I'm much obliged for calling me up."

Will had hastened down after the receipt of the message Grace had
taken over the telephone, for Randall's, as had all livery stables in
the vicinity, had been notified to be on the lookout for the strangely
missing animal, who might be wandering about the country carrying
valuable documents in the saddle pocket.

"Two young fellows drove in here with this horse, and asked if they
could put him up for a while," went on the livery man. "I didn't like
the way they acted, but I didn't see how they could do me any harm, so
I said they could. Then I got to thinking about your horse, and I
called up. I'm sorry to disappoint you."