Even as it seemed that the rescue was certain, an incident occurred to prevent.
From behind a small hillock appeared Red Bear’s gang of Apaches, full half a hundred strong.
CHAPTER XV.
THE VIGILANTES TO THE RESCUE.
The appearance of the savages was most inopportune.
Mounted on their fleet ponies, with wild yells they swept down upon the party.
The three Indian captors yelled with delight.
Frank and Barney of course came to a halt. Of course it was folly to tempt fate.
To attempt to stand against that gang was folly.
“By Jupiter!” gasped the young inventor. “It’s all up with us, Barney! We are badly beaten!”
“Tare an’ ‘ounds!” grumbled the angry Celt. “That beats all me woife’s relations! Phwativer shall we do now, Misther Frank?”