Then the Gatling gun was put in operation, and the crowd fled precipitately.
Ignorant of the boat’s landing, the men at the fort kept bombarding the water with shots.
Into the main street of the village ran the Jove, her huge planes towering high as she rolled along.
“Erin go bragh!” roared Barney. “We’re off!”
Bang, bang, bang! went the gun, and a veritable hail of bullets whistled through the streets and rattled against the houses as she ran.
“They fear us now, and are retreating,” cried Frank.
“Bueno!” Zamora replied, excitedly. “Head for the castle, and perhaps, in their excitement, we may save my boy.”
Pomp ran forward to join Frank.
As he passed the compartment in which Captain Diavolo had been confined, he saw the door standing open.
The coon was startled.