Blood spots on the flags left a plain trail. The wounded men had dropped it in their flight, and the detectives easily traced the stains through the hall into the street. Hearing wild yells, they saw a baker's wagon dashing along at a furious gallop, and saw Clara and her friends in it. The owner of the wagon was racing out of his store. A small boy had told him that a gang had stolen his horse and wagon and it was his yells the detectives heard. He was a fat German and he paused in the middle of the street, wildly waving his arms and crying in despairing tones: "_Ach Gott!_ I vos robbed! Dey shtole mein horse und vagon!" The Bradys started off on a run after the vehicle. Block after block was covered until the wagon, far in advance of the detectives, swung around the corner into West Broadway. Here, panting and foam-covered, the horse was reined in. The fugitives alighted. "We are going to lose them now," groaned Old King Brady. "I don't see why," returned Harry, breathlessly. "Don't you see they're going for the elevated?" "Oh, gee, so they are!" The five rushed up the stairs on the downtown side, just as a train pulled into the station. After them ran the Bradys, hoping fervently that they would miss the train. But they were doomed to disappointment. When the detectives reached the platform, the train was steaming away and they saw their enemies in the last car. "That's the end of them!" said Old King Brady. "Can't we have them headed off by telephoning down to the Battery station?" eagerly asked the boy. "Might try." Down the street they went and as there was a public telephone near by, they sent the message down. Then they took the next train down. The train on which the fugitives stopped was yet at the Battery station and they found the gateman of the last car and Harry asked him: "Did you notice where the four men in black, and a hatless girl of sixteen who got on at the Bleecker street station alighted?" "Oh, yes. I remember them. They only rode one station and got off at Grand street." This reply gave the Bradys a shock. "We are baffled!" exclaimed Old King Brady in disgust. "They're a shrewd set," Harry added. They spoke to the stationmaster too, but he said they had not come down to the Battery and repeated what the gateman said. The Bradys rode back to Grand street. Here they made careful and endless inquiries. All the information they could get came from the boy who had the news-stand on the corner. He had seen the fugitives. They had boarded a Grand street car going eastward. He did not notice the number of the car, but thought the officers would find it down at the ferry. Hiring a cab they were driven fast. Reaching the ferry, several blue cars were found. Inquiry among the conductors followed, and they presently discovered the one on whose car Clara and the spies had ridden. He informed them that the fugitives alighted at the Bowery with transfer tickets on the uptown side.