--`All right, Jim,' I said; `Dick found him when he
went to the stables this morning. But whereabouts was it that you found
him?'--`Well, it's a queer and awkward road to get to it,' he said; `but
I can show you the way.'--`And is there any house near where you found
Prince?' I asked.--`House! no; nothing of the kind,' said he, `except
the brickmaker's cottage, about a mile further on.'--`And no one lives
in that cottage, I suppose?'--`No; and hasn't done for months past;'--
then he stopped all of a sudden, and said, `By-the-by, there was smoke
coming out of the chimney of that cottage as I passed it last night;
that was strange anyhow.'--`Well, then, Jim,' I said, `there may be some
one in it now, and we can find out if they've seen anything of my
brother. Just put us in the way to the cottage; there's a good
man.'--`By all means,' he said, and strode on before us for about a
mile, and then pointed up a winding lane. `There,' he cried; `keep
along that lane till you come to an open field, and you'll soon see the
cottage; you can't miss it, for there isn't another anywhere about.
Good afternoon, sir.' And away he went, evidently glad to get off with
his hares as speedily as possible. The rest does not take much telling.
We soon came to the cottage, and discovered dear Amos, and encountered
that miserable man who has treated him so cruelly. Ah! well, it's been
a good ending to a bad beginning."

"Thank you, my dear brother," said Amos warmly; "it was well and kindly
done. Yes, God has been very good in delivering me out of my trouble,
and specially in making you, dear Walter, the chief instrument in my
deliverance."

"I only wonder," said his brother, "that the wretched man did not make
off with the pony."

"No," said Amos; "that might have got him into trouble with the police,
if they had found the pony in his possession, or had he sold it to
anybody. No doubt, when he found the first night that I would not give
him the cheque, he just turned the pony adrift, so that, whether he made
his way home or any one found him, there would be no clue to the person
who had entrapped me."

"I see it all!" cried Walter. "But now we must finish up with a word on
moral courage, with an illustration by dear auntie.--Yes, Aunt Kate, you
see our hero Amos; you see how he has been ready to make a regular
martyr of himself, and surely that is real moral courage."

"Indeed it is so, dear Walter," said Miss Huntingdon; "and yo