, get-up," he said. He even took the whip from its socket
and touched Daisy, just ever so lightly, but enough to let her know
she must go fast.

And so they went down the road, Prince galloping along and Farmer Hill
following after.

For two miles along a stretch of level road they went, Prince getting
farther ahead all the time.

"I'll not let him catch me," thought Prince, "I shall run and run."

Then came a cross road and Prince turned to the right.

And so they went down this road, Prince galloping ahead, father and
Bobby following after.

When Prince came to the next corner, he turned to the left.

Bobby saw him turn. "Prince has turned onto another road," he said.
"Why doesn't he go straight ahead?"

"Perhaps he wants to go to some special place," said father.

By the time they reached the corner, Prince was out of sight around a
curve in the road.

"Do you think Prince will run a hundred miles?" asked Bobby.

"We shall see," answered father. "Daisy is getting tired, so we shall
have to go slowly for a while."

"Perhaps Prince will get tired and stop," said Bobby, "and then we can
catch him."

But Prince had been resting in the barn all day, and his long slim legs
felt as strong and fresh as when he started.

No, Prince was not tired, but he had reached the place where he wanted
to go.

That white house just beyond the curve in the road was Farmer Ross's.

When Prince reached it, he slowed up, walked through the gate and down
to the barn.

The hired man, when he took the horses out to work that day, had left
the stable door open.

So Prince walked around to the back of the barn, through the open door
and into his old stall.

"How nice to be here again," thought Prince.

When Farmer Hill and Bobby reached Mr. Ross's place, Prince was nowhere
in sight.

They drove into the yard. "Why do we stop here?" asked Bobby. "We must
keep going after Prince."

"We are going after Prince," said father.

"But Prince cannot be here," said Bobby. "He was galloping down the
road."

"I think we shall find him here," said father. "This is his old home."

Father and Bobby looked around the yard, but no Prince was there.

The open stable door was not in sight.

Just then Farmer Ross came up from the field. "We are looking for
Prince," said Farmer Hill. "He must have gotten out of my stable, for
we met him coming this way and followed after."

"I have not seen him. Let us look around," said Farmer R