“The stable!” cried Harry. “Get another team at once!”
Into the stable the Bradys rushed.
The proprietor stared at them.
“Quick!” cried Old King Brady. “Give us the best horse you’ve got in your stable. We will pay for him.”
“Who are you?” asked the stableman, suspiciously.
“We are Secret Service detectives.”
“Why, I just let a team to a detective to go to Lexington.”
“What!” cried Old King Brady. “Did you say to Lexington?”
“Yes.”
“Well, he fooled you. He is a noted crook and we are after him.”