“Like a battering ram. I’ll examine her.”
“Fo’ shuah, honey.”
The inventor began his inspection.
He had not looked far before he received a tremendous shock of surprise.
Crouching in a corner behind a barrel of oil he caught sight of a man, who, by some means, had stowed himself away on the engine.
“By thunder, a stowaway!” he cried.
“Holy smoke!” gasped Reynard. “Here’s a daisy game!”
“Fo’ de Lawd sake, whar am he?” demanded Pomp, in startled tones.
Frank pounced upon the man, caught him by the back of the neck and hauled him out of his covert.
A cry of alarm escaped the fellow upon finding himself discovered, and he rose to his feet with a scared look.