Barney reached the wagon first.
He sprung in, seized an ax, and then springing out again began hacking away the obstructions which held the Horse immovable.
The clinging vines yielded of course beneath such treatment.
Pomp cleared the axles and then both dodged into the wagon.
They were not a moment too soon.
Down came the savages howling like dervishes. In a twinkling they had surrounded the Horse.
Arrows and bullets rattled against the lattice work of the wagon.
But Barney seized the throttle rein and turned the Horse about.
Pomp busied himself with his rifle at the loopholes and every shot he fired was sure to count.
The Comanches before such a deadly fire fell back for a moment.