Locking up the cases once more, the three youths carried them off the knoll and through the chaparral to where they had left Dunston Porter and the others. Of course, Dave's uncle was much gratified to learn that the miniatures had been recovered, and Frank Andrews was also pleased. Jarvey Porton looked downcast, and his son showed his deep disgust. "I was a fool not to take them over into Mexico," remarked the former moving-picture actor. "Well, I told you that was what you should have done," retorted his father. And then he added in a low tone: "We might have purchased our freedom with those miniatures." While Dunston Porter and Frank Andrews looked after the prisoners to see that they did not get away, Dave and his chums took care of the cases containing the precious miniatures, and thus the whole party made its way to the engineering and construction camp. There the Portons and Packard Brown were handcuffed, and word was sent to the authorities to take charge of them. "And now I've got to send word home about this good news!" cried Ben, and lost no time in getting off a long telegram to his folks, and asking them to inform Dave's father and the Wadsworths by telephone of the success of the trip to Texas. "That message ought to do your father more good than a dose of medicine," remarked Dave. "It will, Dave," answered Ben, his face beaming. "I know father will recover now that he has nothing more to worry about." Ben was right. The recovery of the fortune in miniatures did much toward restoring the real estate dealer to his former good health. In the camp it was remarked by a number of men how much Ward Porton resembled Dave. But no one at that time dreamed that this resemblance was shortly to come to an end. Yet such was a fact. When being transferred from Texas to the State in which his crimes had been committed, Ward Porton attempted to make his escape by leaping from a rapidly moving railroad train. As a consequence he broke not only both of his legs, but also his nose, and cut his right cheek most frightfully. As a result, when he was retaken he had to remain in the hospital for a long time, and when he came out his face was much disfigured and he walked with a decided limp. "It's too bad, but he brought it on himself," was Dave's comment, when he heard of this. "It's a good thing in one respect," was Roger's reply. "With his nose broken and his cheek disfigured and with such a limp, no one will ever take Ward Porton for you again." It may be mentioned here that when the proper time came Ward Porton and Tim Crapsey were brought to trial and each was given a long term of imprisonment. Ward's father and the other men who had participated in the attack on the Tolman ranch and on the bridge and had been captured were also severely punished.