In the other direction mountain peaks rose above them to a great altitude.
Frank had a powerful glass, and with this proceeded to scrutinize the country below.
But he could see nothing of the cowboys, nor was he able to tell what direction Clark’s men had gone.
He descried at once what he believed to be smoke ascending from behind distant trees, and fancied that this might be from the guns of the military and the cowboys.
But of this he was not sufficiently positive to venture to go thither.
“Well, Pomp!” he said dubiously, as he closed the glass, “I don’t see that we can locate the abductors of Bessie Rodman from here I declare I am befogged.”
“Golly, Marse Frank,” cried Pomp, with dilated eyeballs, “what eber yo’ tink we bettah do now?”
“I declare I don’t know.”
“I’se done reckon dat de cowboys hab gone back to dat ranch ob dere’d wid dat lily gal.”
Frank gave a start.