But when they started, Charley found that he did not know exactly where he was traveling to, for, like his Cousin Frank, he had lost his bearings.
Onward they sped through the gloom; mile after mile gliding under the feet of the Steam Man, until Charley guided him into the blazed path leading into the patch of woods in which was situated the rendezvous of the counterfeiting gang.
As he traveled along the pathway at very low speed, he bumped over some obstacle, and with a redden flash, his headlight in the man’s head went out, just as he got into the open space in front of the house.
On jumped the man, and before Charley could pull the rein to stop him, the giant bounded up a stone step and crashed against the massive door.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
THE TOTEM BELT.
When Pomp and Ralph Radcliffe, on the back of the flying steed, rose over the wild buffaloes, the pursuers were rushing at the fighting beasts in a swift charge, their rifles leveled for a deadly volley.
With loud yells they dashed down upon the infuriated beasts.
In the center of the ring James Van Dorn still sat on the back of his horse, Ralph’s riderless animal close beside him, and he had made up his mind that his time had come.
Ah, it was a grandly, sublimely beautiful sight.