“I jes’ fink dey won’t fo’git dat fo’ one while!” cried Pomp.
“It certainly taught them that the Steam Horse was no toy,” declared Frank with a laugh.
Supper was quickly made and all partook of a hearty meal.
The shadows of night were settling down fast. They did not intend of course to sleep outside the wagon, and were about to climb into it when a startled cry went up from Barney.
“Bejabers, phwativer do yez call that?” he cried.
Through the gloom there suddenly appeared a dark object.
The next moment into the circle of firelight burst a horse and rider.
The rider threw himself out of the saddle with a loud guffaw.
“Wall, I swan!” he cried. “If I ain’t caught up with ye arter all.”
It was Beaver Bill, the trapper.