“The Steam Horse!” said one. “The boy’s brain is turned.”
“He talks of Steam Men,” said another, in pitying tones. “The shock has been too much for him.”
And they regarded him with glances of commiseration, while he leaned his head on his hand and tried to collect his thoughts.
The time was too short to ride the distance, find the parties he wanted, and get them back on time, and Pedro could not help shuddering.
It was a slim chance, but he had no other choice.
But how was he to ride back that long fifty miles?
One horse, nor two ordinary, would be able to do the distance in the time that he wished to span the weary track, and yet he must do the distance within five hours to allow of sufficient time to get the rescuers to the village.
He turned to a tall, slim youth who stood at his side.
“Carlos?”