“So ye’re the chap whom they call Frank Reade, Jr., the inventor, eh?”
“That is my name!”
“Ye’re the man what owns that wonderful Steam Hoss?”
“I am the man.”
“Where’s yer hoss now?”
“I do not know.”
Mason laughed coarsely.
“Had lots of sand to cum into this region with the idee of bringing me to my milk, didn’t ye?”
“Perhaps so.”
Frank was cool and perfectly fearless. This maddened the wretch.