A goodly supply of oats was placed in a box near the tent that evening, and then the boys and girls sat about the camp-fire and talked, while waiting for the time to retire. The boys were to make the attempt to capture Prince.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE GHOST CAUGHT
“When do you expect to hear about little Dodo?” asked Grace, as the girls sat together on a log in front of the fire, “like roosting chickens,” Will was ungallant enough to remark.
“Almost any day now,” replied Mollie. “They were to wait for the most favorable time for the operation, and the specialist, so mamma wrote, could not exactly fix on the day. But I am anxious to hear.”
“I should think you would be. Poor little Dodo! I’d give anything to hear her say now ‘Has oo dot any tandy?’”
“Don’t,” spoke Betty in a low tone to Grace, for she saw the tears in Mollie’s eyes.
“It was the strangest thing how Stone and Kennedy should turn out to be the two chaps in the auto,” remarked Will, to change the subject. “And you have never let on that Grace was the girl on the horse?”
“Never,” answered Amy. “Don’t say after this that girls can’t keep a secret.”
Frank was to watch the first part of the night, to be relieved by Allen, and the latter by Will.
“For, from what the girls say, Prince has been in the habit of coming rather late,” Will explained, “and he’s more likely to let me catch him than if you fellows tried it. So I’ll take last watch.”