“That’s all right” said Hale, who was at his side. “Look at your boiler and steam chest proper, and see if there’s anything blocking up the way.”
Frank did so, but found everything all right until he discovered that one of the important pipes, the tube conducting the steam, was bent in such a manner as to render the passage of the vapor power impossible.
In a moment he was back to the wagon, and seized his box of tools, so necessary for keeping the machine in repair.
“It’ll be all right in five minutes,” he said, and began tinkering at the tube, handling his machinery in the most careful and expert manner.
“Hurry up,” shouted Charley Gorse from his wagon. “I’m getting up steam very rapidly.”
“I’ll be ready as soon as you,” shouted back his cousin, sticking steadily to his delicate repairing.
“I’ll ride with Charley,” said Harry Hale, leaving Frank’s side, “and Barney can keep you company.”
“All right,” said Frank. “Barney, jump into the wagon and load up the guns and pistols.”
“I will that,” said Barney.
By the time that the weapons were loaded, the repairing was completed, and then the young genius leaped up to his box with a cry of triumph.