“If he says he can do, he can,” said Charley Gorse.
“You bet he can,” said Harry Hale.
Frank stepped to his wagon, went down into that wonderful trunk, produced his coils of wire, batteries and binding posts, and spread out the apparatus on the ground.
“You take this wire and go around that way, and you take this one, and strike off in an opposite direction;” and, as he spoke, he handed the ringed ends of the wire to different ones, and in less than three minutes he had half a dozen thin wires connected from point to point, encircling the little grove with copper.
Then he attached his ends to both batteries, screwed down all his posts, and announced:
“Gentlemen, you can retire. The camp is guarded; but I advise you all not to walk in your sleep or you’ll certainly experience something shocking.”
And then the young inventor tumbled into his wagon and passed into the land of dreams, feeling the utmost security in his electrical guard.
The rest looked rather doubtfully at the odd contrivance.
“I don’t much like to go off snoozing with a pack of bloodthirsty redskins just out of gunshot, and nothing to warn me of their approach but that,” said one of the prospectors.
“Fear not,” said Harry Hale. “The reds can’t beat this wonderful little rascal if they try. You can depend on him as I do.”