Grace started, and leaned forward beseechingly.
"Will?" she breathed.
"Yes," he continued, answering her unspoken question, "we found Beauty."
The girl's eyes opened wide at this new disclosure, and Grace grasped her brother's arm imploringly.
"Oh, Will, where?"
"He was found by one of the farmers near the town. Looked as though he'd broken away from whoever'd had him. The farmer saw he was a thoroughbred, and guessed at once that he had been stolen. Luckily for us he was an honest man."
"Darling old Beauty," murmured Grace, tearfully. "Oh, wait till dad hears!"
"I guess he'll get a welcome, all right," Will agreed gleefully. "Poor old Beauty! I saw him myself this morning."
"Mr. Mendall says," Allen volunteered, "there are traces of a good many other things from Deepdale. We'll probably have a triumphant home coming. And they have captured the gypsies and put them in jail."
"Oh, oh, and to think we did it!" sighed Amy, contentedly.