Frank brought it to bear upon the distant rider.
For a moment he scrutinized him closely. Barney and Pomp were eagerly waiting the decision.
“Shure, an’ phwat do yez make av him, Misther Frank?” asked Barney.
“Well, he is a strange-looking character,” replied Frank, “but he is certainly a white man.”
“Golly! dat am joyful news!” cried Pomp. “It will seem jes’ glad fo’ to see a white man once moh.”
“Or a black man, either!” grinned Barney.
Pomp did not notice this insinuation but continued:
“P’raps it am dat bery chap youse lookin’ fo’, Marse Frank.”
“We’ll soon find out!” declared the young inventor, calmly.
Frank opened the throttle and started the Steam Horse ahead.