Like a race horse it surged down through the canyon.
It was now a mad race between the Steam Man and the flood.
It was a long ways to the plain below, and Frank groaned with horror as he realized the uncertainty of the Steam Man’s reaching it.
There were places where the Steam Man must go slowly, and this would mean overtaking by the flood.
But Barney, with his shrewd Irish wit, had realized this.
He knew that it would so impossible for him to reach the plain before the flood.
So he decided upon a wise move.
He reached the junction of this canyon with the other.
There was not a moment to spare.
Looking back, he could see the water coming in mountainous billows.