The old trapper seemed overcome. He drew his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his steaming brow.
“Wall, I never!” he muttered. “What will the world come to next I wonder. I say, straunger, I’d like to take a peep at that masheen.”
“Certainly!” replied Frank. “Come along with me and I’ll make you acquainted with my traveling companions.”
The trapper left his pony and shambled up to the Steam Horse.
He surveyed the invention and listened to Frank’s dissertation with blank amazement.
“Wall, I swar!” he muttered, “I never heard tell of sich a thing. It’s a wonderful masheen no doubt.”
Then he turned about and bent a keen penetrating gaze upon Frank.
“Straunger, wud ye mind tellin’ me what ye’re in this part of the kentry arter anyway?”
“Certainly!” replied Frank.
“What might it be?”