“But ten times more wonderful,” declared Mr. Buckden.
“Perhaps so. Now you can see that this is the wagon drawn by the Steam Man. In this wagon we carry a supply of coal, provisions and weapons. It is covered with a wire screen made of toughest steel and able to withstand a rifle ball.
“Through this opening in the front come the reins by which I drive the Man. The loopholes in the sides are to fire through. Indeed, sir, the wagon is a small fortress in itself.”
“I should say so,” agreed the millionaire, “and what an admirable thing for this trip to Yucatan. In that land of poisonous reptiles and insects you can travel with immunity for it would puzzle a fly to get through that screen.”
“I think it is the proper vehicle to travel with there,” agreed Frank. “I believe that the region where your son will be likely to be found is one of level sort, flat table-lands and plains.”
“I believe so!”
“Ah, well, I will promise to do the best I can to save him.”
“I thank you!”
A short while later Mr. Buckden took his departure.
Now that Frank’s mind had been made up to take the trip, he lost no time in making preparations.