“I have heard that your son at last accounts had become lost in the jungle,” replied Frank.
“Yes, yes, but we believe that he has been captured and held a prisoner by a wild tribe of savages known in that vicinity as the Tanadas.”
“It is quite likely.”
“God grant it may be so. Oh, sir, listen to an agonized father’s prayers. They tell me that you have the necessary equipments and are the only man who can go into those wilds and rescue my boy. Now I am a wealthy man and will pay——”
“Stop!” said Frank, imperatively. “Do not speak to me of pay! I knew your son; he was my college friend. I am only too glad to be able to go to his aid. I will say this much—that before three days I shall start from New Orleans with my Steam Man on board a special steamer for Campeachy. You may if you choose see to the chartering of the steamer.”
“A fleet if you wish it!” cried Mr. Buckden. “Oh, accept my deepest gratitude, Mr. Reade, and—bring my boy safely back.”
“I will try,” replied Frank.
“God bless you! But this wonderful Steam Man—I have never seen it.”
“Come with me and I will be glad to show it to you,” said Frank.
The young inventor led the way into a high roofed chamber with large doors which opened out into the yard.