“But that does not settle the question of Pomp’s fate,” declared Frank. “He must be saved.”
“Shure, Misther Frank.”
“But how can we do it?”
This was yet a conundrum.
Frank and the faithful Irishman stood looking at each other. It was a long time before either spoke.
Finally Frank said:
“There’s only one way, Barney.”
“An’ phwat’s that?”
“We’ve got to got into those hills in some way. I don’t like to leave the Steam Man, but to save Pomp I’d——”
The young inventor ceased speaking. A strange medley of sounds came from the direction of the pass.