It increased to quite a respectable size and continued to blaze for a long time.
The Celt watched it for a long while. Then his curiosity got the better of him.
“Bejabers, that’s quare,” he muttered. “I’ll make sure there’s something wrong about that now.”
Barney, acting upon impulse, leaned over and grasped Frank’s shoulder. The young inventor awoke with a start.
CHAPTER VII.
THE VIGILANTS.
“W-what’s the matter?” gasped Frank, sleepily arousing himself.
“Whist now, Misther Frank! There’s a quare loight out yonder on the perairy, an’ I thought I’d jist call yure attintion to the same, sor.?”
“A light?” muttered Frank, now fully awake.
He got upon his feet, and rubbing his eyes, stared at the distant blaze.
“That is odd,” he muttered. “It will do to investigate that.”