“I believe you’re right, Pomp,” agreed Frank. “We will go thither.”
Accordingly the Steam Horse was turned in that direction.
Across the plain they ran quickly.
As they drew nearer the hills, a long stretch of barren country was seen reaching to the southwest.
The sun’s hot rays glinted across it with dazzling radiance.
The earth seemed baked to the hardness of brick, and great waves of heat could be seen with the naked eyes emanating from it.
Across this dreary sun-burned waste a horseman was making his way at a slow canter.
At sight of him Frank closed the throttle and brought the Steam Horse to a halt.
“Where is my long distance glass?” he asked Barney.
The Celt produced it quickly.