The nervous tension produced by the waiting soon became almost more than the men could bear. Minute after minute went slowly by, and still the eagerly expected horse did not put in an appearance. Then Belton, whom Carne had placed on the lookout, came flying towards them with the report that he could hear a sound of galloping hoofs in the wood. A few seconds later the noise could be plainly heard at the van, and almost before they had time to comment upon it, a magnificent thoroughbred, ridden by the stable boy who had talked to the blind beggar on the previous evening, dashed into view, and pulled up beside the van. "Jump off," cried Carne, catching at the horse’s head, "and remove the saddle. Now be quick with those cloths; we must rub him down or he’ll catch cold." When the horse was comparatively dry he was led into the van which was to be his stable for the next few hours, and, in spite of his protests, slung in such a fashion that his feet did not touch the floor. This business completed, Carne bade the frightened boy get in with him, and take care that he did not, on any account, neigh. After that the mask of furniture was replaced, and the doors closed and locked. The men mounted to their places on the box and roof, and the van continued its journey along the highway towards the Junction. But satisfactory as their attempt had so far proved, the danger was by no means over. Scarcely had they proceeded three miles on their way before Carne distinguished the sound of hoofs upon the road behind him. A moment later a young man, mounted on a well-bred horse, came into view, rode up alongside, and signalled to the driver to stop. "What’s the matter?" inquired the latter, as he brought his horses to a standstill. "Have we dropped anything?" "Have you seen anything of a boy on a horse?" asked the man, who was so much out of breath that he could scarcely get his words out. "What sort of a boy, and what sort of a horse?" asked the man on the van. "A youngish boy," was the reply, "seven stone weight, with sandy hair, on a thoroughbred." "No; we ain’t seen no boy with sandy ’air, ridin’ of a thoroughbred ’orse seven stone weight," said Carne. "What’s ’e been an’ done?" "The horse has bolted with him off the Downs, back yonder," answered the man. "The guv’nor has sent us out in all directions to look for him." "Sorry we can’t oblige you," said the driver as he prepared to start his team again. "Good-day to you." "Much obliged," said the horseman, and, when he had turned off into a side road, the van continued its journey till it reached the railway station. A quarter of an hour later it caught the eleven o’clock goods train and set off for the small seaside town of Barworth, on the south coast, where it was shipped on board a steamer which had arrived that morning from London.