Pomp lay beneath the horse. It did not require but a few moments for the Steam Man to reach him, however.
In a twinkling Barney sprang out of the wagon and cut Pomp’s bonds.
The darky was not in the least injured. He lay with one leg under the mustang, but was easily extricated.
The joy of the darky at his rescue cannot be expressed in words.
He embraced Barney effusively.
“Shure I thought yez kilt intoirely, naygur,” cried the big-hearted Irishman. “It’s moighty glad I am to see yez aloive.”
“Yo’ kin jest bet dis chile am glad fo’ to get out ob dem red debbils’ hands,” cried Pomp, exuberantly.
And then he dashed aboard the Steam Man and grasped Frank’s hand.
“Oh, Marse Frank, I’se dretful glad to see yo’!” cried Pomp, excitedly.
“I am glad to have you back, Pomp,” cried Frank. “And to know that you are unharmed in any way. But it was a close shave for you.”