And to prove his confidence in Frank Reade’s genius he threw himself on the ground and was soon asleep.
The men felt skeptical, many of them, but they were tired out and sleepy, and all were soon in the land of Nod.
A few hours passed by in quietness, and then a startling cry rang out.
Every man in the camp leaped to his feet, and the grove resounded with cries of
“What is it?”
“Who is hurt?”
“Who shrieked?”
And Frank Reade coolly hopped down from the wagon, ran to his batteries, and increased the power, and immediately a second cry rang out.
“That’s the ticket” he said. “Follow the course of the wires, my friends, and you’ll find a redskin hanging on to one of them, simply because he can’t let it go.”
And with a movement of his hand he produced another scream.