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. There was no sign of a saddle.
"We'll have to wait until morning," sighed Will, as he tied Prince to a tree. "Then we can see better, and look all around. Prince, old boy,
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