Straight over the fighting circle arose the horse and his double burden.
[CHAPTER XI.]
THE TRAPPED TRAIN!
The reader has of course guessed that the Steam Horse and the Steam Man became separated in some manner.
After starting away on the tracks of Pomp’s pursuers, all went smooth for some time, and then Charley’s man got out of order in some part, and he was forced to pull up and investigate the matter.
“I’ll keep right on,” yelled Frank.
“That’s right!” shouted back Harry Hale from Charley’s wagon. “We’ll soon be on the road again.”
And then Frank shot away over the plains with his gallant Steam Horse, the animal of mettle and metal spurning the hard course with rapid hoofs.
But Frank lost his bearings, and, in some unaccountable manner, got off his course, and instead of following in the trail of the darkey, and the outlaws, he took a course some points off the line, and, as the reader knows, was enabled to rescue Jared Dwight from the roof of his burning home.
After Dwight had registered that solemn vow that made him an avenger for life, he sank down into the bottom of the wagon and covered his face with his hands, and for some time did not utter a single word.