He had not even a pistol or a knife. Of course he was at their mercy.
In less time than it takes to tell it, the savages had closed in about the terrified darky, and he was quickly thrown upon his back and bound.
Then he was laid across the back of a pony and tied on securely.
Then a lariat was attached to the pony’s bridle, and the savages with their prisoner in their midst dashed away.
Barney had reached the Steam Man and climbed into the wagon.
Frank Reade, Jr., had seen the whole affair, and for a moment was too astounded to act.
Then as Barney came tumbling into the wagon, Frank turned the man around and sent him flying toward the savages.
This move was quickly made, and the Steam Man ran forward rapidly. But quick as it had been, the savages had yet succeeded in making Pomp a prisoner and getting away with him.
“Be jabers, they’ve got the naygur bound to a horse,” cried Barney, wildly. “Wud yez luk at the loikes, Misther Frank. We must catch the omadhouns and give them a lessin of the right sort.”
“I hope we may,” replied Frank, with great anxiety, “but I fear the red fiends will get to cover before we can overtake them.”