“Ob co’se, I has Marse Frank’s ordahs to stay yere,” he muttered, “but it am evident dat Marse Frank needs all de help dat he can get. Whatebber I kin do, I jes’ don’ know what.”
The darky sat down and began sober reflection.
He was a shrewd fellow, and as a result he was not long in formulating a plan.
He sprang up finally.
“By golly, I’ll jes’ do dat fing!” he cried, finally. “It am de bes’ fing I kin do.”
He opened the throttle and started the Steam Man along the base of the hills. With keen eye he studied the possibility of entering them.
By the pass it was impossible. But he imagined that it would not be difficult to find another means.
Nor was he disappointed.
At a certain point the hillside was shorn of trees and bowlders. It made a smooth surface even over the brow of the height.
As the Steam Man was provided with power to climb any height of this sort, Pomp at once set his course up the height.