Instantly a mad retreat was begun for the mountains.
A wild cheer pealed from the lips of the vigilants.
Harman settled himself in his saddle and shouted:
“Forward, all! Charge!”
With a yell the Vigilants put spurs to their horses and made for the Indian encampment.
Frank Reade, Jr., started the Steam Man on a circuit to head off the savages.
But as he did so Pomp clutched his arm.
“Hi dar, Marse Frank!” cried the darky. “Does yo’ see dat little party ober dar making fo’ de hills?”
Frank did see them.
“Yes,” he replied.