It was a shrewd game that the fellow had played.
Of course he was in the game with Mason and in league with the counterfeiters.
Frank regarded the line of armed men and smiled.
They evidently thought to check the Steam Horse with this display of strength. But Frank only smiled.
The Steam Horse was brought to a stop, though Frank now took the reins.
“Begorra, it’s the divils av’ counterfeiters thimselves, I take it,” cried Barney.
“So it is,” said Frank. “And they think they have got us in a trap.”
The Celt roared.
“Be jabers, we’ll soon learn thim betther than that,” he cried.
“Luk out dar, Marse Frank,” cried Pomp, “don’ yo’ see dat man wife de white flag!”