Frank Reade, Jr., drew a roll of papers from his pocket and spread them upon the table.
Upon them were the blue print plans and drawings of the mechanism of the Steam Man.
Frank Reade, Senior, examined them carefully and critically. From one piece to another he went and after some time drew a deep breath saying:
“Well, young blood is the best after all. I must say, Frank, that I am beat. There is no doubt but that you have improved upon my Steam Man. I congratulate you.”
“Thank you,” said Frank Reade, Jr. with gratification.
“But I am anxious to see this marvel at work.”
“You shall,” replied the young inventor. “To-morrow the Steam Man will go out of the shop upon his trial trip.”
A few minutes later Frank Reade, Jr., was on the way to his own house.
He was in a particularly happy frame of mind. He had achieved great results in his new invention, and here, as by design, was a chance afforded him to use the Steam Man to a philanthropic and heroic purpose.
The idea of traveling through the wilds of the West was a thrilling one.