of the identity now, he stepped on a twig, that broke with a snap.
With a snort Prince threw up his head and wheeled about. He saw Will, and leaped away.
"Prince, old fellow! Prince! don't you know me?" called the boy, and he gave a whistle that Prince always answered.
The horse retreated. Will held out some sugar he had ready for such an emergency.
"Prince! Prince!" he called. The horse stopped and stretched out his head, sniffing. Frank and Allen came to the tent opening. "Keep back!" called Will, in even tones. "I think I have him. Prince! Come here!"
The horse took a step forward. He sensed his master now. Will advanced, speaking gently, and a moment later Prince, with a joyful whinny, was nibbling at the sugar in the boy's hand. Then Will slid the other along and caught the mane. The bridle was gone.
"I have him! " cried Will. "Bring the rope, fellows."
Prince was not frightened now. He stood still. Will led him into the full moonlight. Then he exclaimed:
"The saddle is gone!"
