Then he glanced back to the prairie where the vigilants and the Indians were having their Battle.
It was nip and tuck between them, but Frank saw that the vigilants were fast getting the best of it.
Not more than half a dozen of the savages had the captives in charge.
To be sure, the odds were three to one, yet Frank believed that with the plucky Barney’s help, they could defeat them.
To think with Frank Reade, Jr., was to act.
He did not waste time, but seizing a rifle, cried:
“Your idea is a good one, Barney. We will act upon it. Pomp, keep a sharp eye out for danger untill we return.”
“A’right Marse Frank,” replied the faithful darky.
Barney, delighted that Frank had seen fit to adopt his plan, was quickly ready and they left the wagon.
The Indians, to be sure, had the start of them, but the pass was rocky and it was hardly likely that they would succeed in getting a great lead.