“All right, sor! Are yez goin’ there right away?” asked Barney.
“At once!”
“Shure, sor, don’t yez want the sarvices av ther Stheam Horse?”
“Why certainly!”
“Ye’re welcome quite!”
“Very well. Fall into line with us.”
Barney was not loath to do this. The cavalcade set out at once for Death Valley, and the Steam Horse and Barney and Pomp followed.
The gray light of dawn was just appearing in the east. The events of the night were rapidly drawing to a close. But fresh scenes were at hand.
CHAPTER XI.
TO THE RESCUE.
The sensations of Frank Reade, Jr., and the trapper, Beaver Bill, was of a fearful sort when they found themselves surrounded by the outlaws.