And then Harry Hale saw the young genius’ latest invention, and eyed it with wonder.
He walked painfully towards it, for his leg felt stiff and sore, but his curiosity and admiration would not allow him to rest until he had fully examined the wonderful contrivance from end to end.
“That’s really the greatest invention of the age,” he said. “And if he can do as well as the Steam Man, you can have good times on these prairies.”
“He can do better than the man,” said Frank. “We have just had a race, and I should have won it if it had not been for a band on foot that we had to wipe out.”
“I don’t know about that,” put in his Cousin Charley. “I didn’t think that I was going to be beaten. I’m ready for another trial at any time.”
“I’ll accommodate you,” said Frank.
“Have you seen anything of my boys?” asked Harry Hale.
“Your boys?”
“Yes, my men who are under my lead. We are out here on a big job. I have two brother detectives with me, and the rest are wild bordermen, all terrible boys for a fight, and as fine riders as any on the plains.”
“And what’s the big job?” asked Charley.