"
"You'll see how fast they can run!" Bradley growled. "They'll go fast
enough to send you all over the road."
"Now about this grandson," asked Ned, falling back. "Mrs. Brady wants
to know where he is. No use for you to hide him, now that we all know
he was disguised to look like the prince stolen from Washington. Why
did you paint him if not to imitate this other boy we speak of?"
"I don't know anything about the boy," was the reply. "He was taken
without my knowledge, and that is on the level. I was ordered to do
the paint act."
They trudged on for some minutes in silence, and then Bradley asked:
"What is it about this prince you are always talking about? What is
there about the prince? Where is he? Why is he supposed to be in this
section?"
"You don't know a thing about him, do you?" asked Ned, laughing, "and
yet you painted a boy to represent him?"
Bradley only scowled.
"When I find him," Ned continued, "I'll present him to you!"
When the boys reached the tent they found Oliver and Teddy mourning
over the destruction of a large number of films and plates. Many
pictures, developed and printed with great care, had also been torn
or burned.
"Well," Jimmie declared, "they didn't get their hands on the films in
my baby camera.
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