"I know I did," replied Foster.
"If you did then he couldn't have got loose. I wonder if Mott and the sophs could have done it? Come on! We'll go in and tell Mr. Whitaker and he may be able to give us a point or two. There's a light in the kitchen, and we'll probably find him there. Come on, fellows!"
Hastily the boys ran to the kitchen door, and in response to their knock Mr. Whitaker himself opened the door and stood before them.
"Mr. Whitaker," began Foster, "do you know who took our horse and sleigh?"
"Why! Why, I supposed that you did. Two young men came into the yard not more than three minutes ago and took them away."
"They did? Then it was the sophs," said Foster turning to his comrades. "We'll never hear the last of it. We can't get a horse here, can we, Mr. Whitaker?" he inquired eagerly."I fear not. I have none of my own, and there are not many to be had here anyway."
"Did they start toward Winthrop?"
"I think so. They turned toward the lower road."
"Let's get after them," suggested Foster.
"A long way after them," said Will grimly. "We never could catch up with them."