Frank pushed forward into the pass as far as he dared.
Time passed rapidly.
An hour quickly fled by and the two men in the wagon were getting impatient, when suddenly Pomp sprang up.
“Look up dar, Marse Frank!” he cried. “See dat?”
He pointed far up to the top of the cliff. A puff of smoke lingered in the air, and the distant muffled report of a rifle was heard.
Barney had begun work.
The rifle shots became rapid and the effect upon the savages in the pass was terrific.
Loud yells of discomfiture and rage filled the air.
Of course, Barney from his position could look right down upon them and pick them off skillfully.
One by one he began to pick off the secreted redskins.