He was a great lover of fair-play and although Astley and all the parties concerned were strangers to him, he wanted to see the wrong righted.
Barney and Pomp had become fully as interested in the case as he had himself.
“Yo’ kin jes’ bet we’ll stick by yo’ Marse Frank!” cried Pomp. “Yo’ hab got de right ob it.”
“Be jabers, if that Mason was any part av a man, he’d cum forrard an’ shoulder the blame hisself,” said Barney.
“Ah! but I imagine that he is a big rascal!” declared Frank. “It will be our work to find him.”
“Shure we’ll do that!”
“I hope so!”
So it happened, that one day the Steam Horse was packed in sections and shipped to a small station on the verge of the Great American Desert.
Frank had got a slight clew that Mason was hiding in the desert to avoid arrest.
If this was true, it would now be in order to find him.