But business was business, and soon all were busy making ready for the expedition.
The Steam Horse was finally started for the Death Pass.
It was slow work picking the way along in the gloom.
But at length they arrived at a point within a mile of the spot.
Then Frank caused the Steam Horse to be drawn up in a dark corner of the mountain side.
“Now, Barney and Pomp,” he cried, “don’t forget my instructions.”
“Shore, we won’t, sor.”
“We’se jes’ a’ right, Marse Frank.”
“That settles it,” said Frank. “Come on, Mr. Beaver Bill.”
Together they glided away into the intense darkness. They were off upon their daring errand.