“If it ain’t it am jes’ as thick yo’ bet,” retorted Pomp.
“We’re out of the trap!” agreed Frank. “But not out of danger. We will have some fun with the Comanches now.”
Frank sent the Steam Horse ahead at a full gallop.
The Comanches were smarting with defeat and desperate, and did not hesitate to make an attack.
Riding their ponies like fiends they charged upon the Steam Horse.
Luckless barbarians! they little weighed the result or anticipated the consequences.
Nothing could have pleased Frank Reade, Jr., more than this.
He did not attempt to stand his ground.
He adopted his old tactics of running away from the foe and defeating them while in pursuit.
The Comanches came after the Steam Horse like a whirlwind.