John had hold of the rope but not very tightly.
Suddenly, Prince gave a jerk and the rope slipped from John's hand.
Away went Prince, through the barn-yard gate, up the lane, out the gravel driveway and down the road.
The rope was dragging along, his mane was tossing and his heels went galloping over the dusty road.
By this time Farmer Hill and Bobby were coming home from the city in the buggy, and they saw a horse coming toward them down the road.
"Oh, father, someone's horse is running away!" said Bobby.
When the horse came near, father exclaimed: "Why, that is Prince! I must stop him."
"Whoa, Prince, whoa!" he said.
Prince never stopped but went galloping past.
"Oh, what shall we do?" asked Bobby.