By the time they reached the corner, Prince was out of sight around a curve in the road.
"Do you think Prince will run a hundred miles?" asked Bobby.
"We shall see," answered father. "Daisy is getting tired, so we shall have to go slowly for a while."
"Perhaps Prince will get tired and stop," said Bobby, "and then we can catch him."
But Prince had been resting in the barn all day, and his long slim legs felt as strong and fresh as when he started.
No, Prince was not tired, but he had reached the place where he wanted to go.
That white house just beyond the curve in the road was Farmer Ross's.
When Prince reached it, he slowed up, walked through the gate and down to the barn.
The hired man, when he took the horses out to work that day, had left the stable door open.
So Prince walked around to the back of the barn, through the open door and into his old stall.