Frank Reade, Jr., suddenly sprung in the wagon.
He closed the screen door behind him. Pomp was engaged in some work in the coal bunker.
Frank took up the reins and pulled them. The throttle was opened and also the whistle valve.
Three sharp shrieks the new Steam Man gave and then he was away on the trial trip.
Out of the yard he went and out upon the highway.
Everybody rushed to the gates and a great cheer went up. Down the highway went the Steam Man at a terrific gait.
His strides were long and powerful. So rapidly were they made that a tremendous amount of surface was covered.
It was a good smooth road.
Just ahead was a man riding a horse. Near him was a bicycler who was noted as a fast rider.
Both had heard that the Steam Man would make his trial run that morning.