“That’s the best road horse in Boston. You’ll catch your man before he gets there.”
“That’s what we want!” cried Old King Brady.
Then away in pursuit went the two detectives.
“If we can catch Van,” said Old King Brady, “we shall be all right. We will have only two bloodhounds on our trail.”
Highly elated, the detectives drove on. It was slow work getting out of the crowded streets. But finally they crossed the Cambridge Bridge and were out on a clear highway.
Then the horse was given a free head.
CHAPTER VIII.
AT THE ASYLUM.
The horse given the Bradys by the stable keeper was certainly a good one.
He dashed over the snow-covered road like the wind.
Sleighs were met and passed.