The Steam Horse now went on at a moderate pace, and Frank increased, if anything, his watchfulness.
The Comanches did not show up, and seemed to have wholly abandoned the fight.
Time wore on, and it was near dawn when through the shadows Barney saw a dark object which caused a sharp cry to escape his lips.
“Luk out, Misther Frank!” he cried. “Shure wud yez see phwat is ahead.”
Frank’s gaze was blinded by the headlight’s glare for a moment.
But he closed the throttle and brought the Horse to a stop.
He was not a moment too soon.
They were at the base of a high cliff of rock which towered above fully a thousand feet.
If Barney had not seen the cliff just in time they would certainly have dashed full into the cliff.
This no doubt would have damaged the Steam Horse greatly if not destroyed it entirely.