“Be me sowl, the divils are all about us!” he roared. “Shure, ye kin see their forms iverywhere!”
At the same moment a flight of arrows came rattling against the metal body of the wagon.
In an instant Frank was upon his feet. The gloom was broken with the headlight of the Steam Horse now, and the foe could be plainly seen.
It was a critical moment.
CHAPTER III.
CORRALLED.
Frank knew at once that they had been discovered by a band of Comanches.
The savages had crept up in the darkness and had for a time been puzzled at the make-up of the Steam Horse.
This had delayed their attack.
But it came, nevertheless, and in a furious manner.
The arrows began to fly in literal clouds. There was great danger of getting struck, as Frank well knew.