"Maybe he'll do Porton out of it entirely. Wouldn't that make the moving-picture actor mad!" and Roger grinned over the thought. "It is no more than Porton would deserve," answered our hero. "Just the same, I hope the authorities capture them both and return the miniatures to Mr. Basswood." Two days before the time when Dave and Roger were to undergo the much talked-of examination in civil engineering, there came news from a country town fifteen miles beyond Hacklebury. A livery stableman there sent in word that he was boarding a horse which he thought might be the one stolen from Mr. Bryson. The Crumville liveryman at once notified Ben and the local police, and the boy and an officer accompanied him to Centertown. Mr. Bryson at once recognized the horse as his own, and wanted to know how the Centertown liveryman had become possessed of the animal. "He was left here by a man I think was this Tim Crapsey the paper spoke about," announced the livery stable keeper. "He said he was on the road to the next town, but that the storm was too much for him, and that he wanted to leave the animal with me for a few days or a week. He said he was rather short of cash and asked me to lend him ten dollars, which, of course, I did, as I thought the horse was ample security," went on the livery stableman, bitterly. "Was the fellow alone?" was the question which Ben put. "He came in alone, but I think after he left the stable he was joined by another fellow down on the corner." The Centertown livery-stable keeper had not noticed where Crapsey and his companion had gone, but thought they had made their way to the railroad station. It was learned that a train bound for New York City had left Centertown about an hour later. All came to the conclusion that Ward Porton and Tim Crapsey had taken this. The train had been stalled some hours along the road, but had finally reached the Grand Central Terminal of the metropolis. "Well, this proves one thing--that Porton and Crapsey got as far as New York City with the miniatures," said Dave, when he heard the news. "Yes, and New York is such a large place, with so many people in it, that it will be almost impossible for the authorities to trace them there." "That's it, Roger--especially when you remember that this happened some time ago, so that by now the thieves may be in Chicago, San Francisco, or in London, Paris, or some other far-away place." At last came the time when Dave and Roger were to go in for the examination which meant so much to them. They had worked hard, and Mr. Ramsdell had assisted them in every way possible; yet both were rather doubtful over the outcome of the affair. "It isn't going to be like the examinations at Oak Hall," said our hero. "Mr. Ramsdell admitted that it would be stiff from the word go."