“Bejabers, that’s thrue enough!”
On they ran wildly.
But the Steam Horse had gone from sight. All effort to catch up with it was futile.
Thoroughly terrified the two servitors were obliged finally to halt.
They were completely exhausted.
They paused by a narrow stream or brook of saline water to rest.
Suddenly Pomp sprung up with a hoarse cry of terror.
“Golly, what am dat?” he gasped. “Jes so suah as yo’ am bo’n, I’ish, dar am dem Injuns a’comin’ agin.”
The clatter of ponies’ hoofs was plainly heard, and they saw the forms of a band of savages outlined against the sky as they rode along an eminence near.
The effect of this upon Barney and Pomp was thrilling.