This Frank meant to do if such a thing was possible.
The Steam Horse had been shipped to the nearest point to the desert.
Several hundred miles, however, of a wild country had to be crossed.
The young inventor knew that the deadly Comanche Indians frequently ranged as far north as this.
To fall in with any of them would be unpleasant, to say the least.
However, Frank was not the one to borrow trouble.
He unloaded the Steam Horse at the little Western station and had the sections put together by skilled mechanics who had come on the special train.
Then, getting aboard the wagon with Barney and Pomp, after steam had been got up, the start was made.
The Steam Horse started away across the desolate plains at a rapid gallop.
Soon the railroad station and every other sign of civilization was out of sight.