“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 Will, as he put the papers in his pockets. By dint of a little hasty repairing the saddle could be used temporarily. It was evident that Prince had kept it on until lately, and the dangling stirrups had caused the sound like rattling chains. There was no sign of the bridle, however, but the halter would answer. Will saddled his pet, and soon had rejoined Frank and Allen, to whom he had shouted the good news. Then a hasty trip was made back to camp. “Oh, I’m so glad!” cried Grace. “Now I can really enjoy camping and cruising. You must telephone papa at once.” Which Will did, the whole party going over to Mr. Lagg’s store in the motor boat. “Yes, I have the papers safe,” Will told Mr. Ford. “Yes, I’ll mail them at once. What’s that—Dodo—tell Mollie Dodo is over the operation and is going to get well? I will—that’s good news! Hurrah!” “Oh, thank the dear Lord!” murmured Mollie, and then she sobbed on Betty’s shoulder. “Well, I guess we are ready to start,” announced Grace. “I have the chocolates. Who has the olives?” “Chocolates and olives—the school girl’s delight!” mocked Will, “Oh, you’ll be asking for some,” declared his sister. “Chocolates and olives are good for the boys, And to the girls they also bring joys.” Thus remarked Mr. Lagg. The crowd of young people were in his store, stocking up the _Gem_ for a resumption of her cruise on Rainbow Lake. It was several days after the finding of the missing saddle and the papers. The latter had been sent to Mr. Ford, Prince had been swum across to the mainland and sent home, and the news about little Dodo had been confirmed. The child would fully recover, and not even be lame. “Oh, what a fine time we’ve had!” exclaimed Grace, as she waltzed about the store with Amy. “Well, the summer isn’t over yet by any means,” spoke Mollie. “And there is the glorious Fall to come. I wonder what we shall do then?” And what they did do may be ascertained by reading the next volume of this series, to be called “The Outdoor Girls in a Motor Car; Or, The Haunted Mansion of Shadow Valley,” in which we will meet all our old friends again, and some new ones. “All aboard!” called Betty, as she led the way down to the dock where the _Gem_ awaited them. Each one was carrying a bundle of supplies, for they expected to cruise for about a week. They boarded the motor boat. Betty threw over the lever of the self-starter. The engine responded promptly. As the clutch slipped in, white foam showed at the stern where the industrious propeller whirled about. The _Gem_ slid away from the dock.