back. This is near one end of the island. It must be here that Prince has his stable."
And so it proved. Splashing through the swamp, Prince ascended a little slope, pushed under some low tree branches that nearly brushed Will from his back, and came to a halt before a tumbled-down cabin, that was just about large enough for an improvised stable. Will leaped off, gave a look inside, and uttered a shout of joy, for there, trampled on and torn, broken and water-stained, was the saddle. A second later Will was kneeling before it, exploring the saddle pockets.
"Here they are!" he cried, as he pulled oul the missing papers. "I have them, fellows!"
A hasty survey showed him that they were all there—somewhat stained and torn, to be sure, but as good as ever for the purpose intended.
"This is great luck!" cried Will. He looked about him. Then he saw the reason why Prince had made this place his headquarters. The former occupant of the deserted cabin had left behind a quantity of salt, and as all animals like, and need, this crystal, Prince had been attracted to the place. It was like the old "buffalo licks." Then, too, there was shelter from storms.
"Prince, old man, you're all right!" cried
