Then he rushed to the edge and looked over.
He saw the bottom of the gorge plainly enough. There lay the inanimate form of the bear.
The Steam Man stood not twenty yards distant from this spot, and Pomp saw Barney far below, yelling and waving his hands.
The darky answered, and then caught sight of something which thrilled him.
Clinging to a jutting bit of rock in the canyon wall he saw Frank Reade, Jr., hanging between heaven and earth.
The astonished darky fell upon his stomach and leaned far over the edge of the gorge.
“Golly, Marse Frank!” he cried, excitedly, “I done fought yo’ was a-goner fo’ suah. Hab yo’ got a stronghold dar?”
“Pomp!” cried Frank, in sharp tones, “I am nearly exhausted. I fear I shall lose my hoid here soon!”
“Fo’ Hehben’s sake,” cried the affrighted darky, “don’ yo’ say dat, Marse Frank. If yo’ fell down to de cornah ob dat gorge yo’ would be killed fo’ suah. Yo’ jes’ wait an’ dis chile will help yo’.”
“You’ll have to hurry, Pomp!” cried Frank, in an exhausted manner.