“We will not admit that,” said Frank, modestly, “but rather let us work together, Mr. Harmon.”
“All right, cap’en. I’m with ye.”
Further plans were elaborated, then as only a few hours yet intervened until dawn, it was decided to snatch a few brief hours of sleep.
With the early dawn all were astir. The Vigilants saddled their mustangs and all was soon ready for the start.
The Steam Man was an object of great wonder to the plainsmen.
“By Jinks!” exclaimed one of them, “the sight of that queer-lookin’ critter oughter scare the life out of any number of Injuns.”
“I think the Steam Man will aid us much in accomplishing our ends.” said Frank, modestly.
The start was made just after daybreak. The Vigilants rode alongside the Steam Man on their mustangs.
Of course Frank was compelled to go more slowly on this account.
But the Vigilantes knew the way to Ranch V. and this was, after all, the most important thing of all.