Frank Reade and His Steam Horse

by Luis Senarens

“Eureka!” cried Max.

“What it is?”

“What does it mean?”

“Who are you signaling?”

“What does it mean?”

“Is that cavalry?”

These, and a dozen questions of like nature were shot at Mustang Max, but the guide laughed gleefully.

“Cavalry be blessed,” he said. “No, boys, I was signaling Frank Reade and his Steam Horse, and I’ve got my answer. I’d rather have him than any company of cavalry.”

“So would we.”

“He’s a terror.”