He flung open the furnace door in the Steam Man’s belly.
His fire was almost out, and therefore his steam had become hot water.
“Go on,” shouted Hale to his men, as they looked at him for orders. “Follow them, and if you can’t reduce their number by picking them off, you must try to finish them in a desperate charge. Away!”
And like a cloud the western riders hurried away, dashing on swiftly after the pursuers of the darkey.
“Now, lively!” he cried to Frank.
The boy was yanking away on the reins even as he spoke.
No move on the part of the Steam Horse answered the pull.
Frank pulled again.
No better effects.
“What’s the matter?” asked Hale.