Hastily they worked at the herculean task of moving them.
Gradually they made a passage through the obstruction for the Steam Horse.
Soon Frank was enabled to get aboard and drive the Horse through. Then a signal was given Barney.
The Celt ceased firing and came down with all haste from his aerial perch.
He came down in half the time that he had occupied in going up, and in the meanwhile Frank and Pomp held the Comanches at bay.
“Begorra, didn’t I give thim a foine taste av the law!” cried Barney, as he came tumbling aboard the wagon. “Shure I think they’ll not thry that thrick again roight away.”
“I am of the same opinion, Barney,” cried Frank, with a laugh. “It was quite a surprise for them.”
“Bedad, an’ it was.”
“We’se jes’ pulled out ob dat trap in good shape!” cried Pomp. “Yo’ am got a big head, I’ish.”
“Shure ye’re roight, naygur, but it’s not so hard as yures.”