“Sou’west,” said Hale.
The reins were pulled, the whistles gave forth a merry yell apiece, and then the Steam Horse and the Steam Man darted swiftly away.
[CHAPTER VIII.]
“WHAT’S THE MATTER?”
But little was said as the two vehicles rolled swiftly over the ground; both the man and the horse planking out at a lively rate.
For ten minutes the high rate of speed was kept up, and then Pomp’s voice was heard above the clatter of the iron feet:
“Dar dey is!”
And he pointed in a direction a point or two off their course.
Frank Reade heard him, and glanced ahead over the plain.
He could just make out two flying bands of mounted horsemen, not a quarter of a mile afront, and as he looked one of the leading band tumbled to the ground.