Then I got to thinking about your horse, and I called up. I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"I'm sorry myself, Mr. Randall I can't imagine where Prince can be."
"Oh, some one has him, you may be sure of that A valuable horse like that wouldn't go long without an owner. Maybe some one has changed his color—dyed him, you know. That has been done. Of course the dye doesn't last forever, but in this case it might hold long enough for the excitement to subside."
"Well, if they'll send back the papers, they can keep the horse, as much as I like Prince," spoke Will, as he started home to tell his sister and the girls the details of the unsuccessful trip. He had already briefly telephoned to them of his disappointment.
"Oh, isn't it too bad!" cried Grace, as Will came back. "Do you really think, Will, that some one has Prince and the papers?"
"It looks so, Sis. Has dad said anything lately?"
"No, I believe the other side hasn't done anything, either, which might go to show that they haven't the papers. But it's all so uncertain. Well, girls," and she turned to her guests, "I guess we can finish talking about what we will wear."
