He chanced to see a smooth pathway up the height, and which seemed to follow the course of the canyon or pass.
Up this the Steam Man cautiously advanced. As they continued to ascend higher a good broad view of the prairie was obtained.
And suddenly reaching an elevation from which a southward view could be obtained, Frank gave a sharp cry, and taking a glass from a locker, sprung to a loop-hole in the netting.
He scanned a number of objects upon the prairie far beyond.
At that distance they looked like a herd of buffaloes.
But with the glass Frank saw that they were mounted men and white men at that.
They looked like a roving band of cowboys. In any event they were white men and it was quite enough for the young inventor to know this.
“We can depend upon them to help rescue Pomp!” cried Frank, exuberantly. “Luck is yet with us, Barney.”
“Be jabers I hope so,” cried the excited Celt. “If they be white men and have a heart they’ll shurely do it.”
Frank instantly turned the wagon about and sent the Steam Man rapidly down to the prairie.