Suddenly from the distance beyond the temple doors there came a thrilling and yet familiar sound.
It was a prolonged shriek, a distant note from the ear-splitting whistle of the Steam Man.
CHAPTER XII.
WHICH IS THE END.
Frank Reade, Jr., gave a great cry of surprise and joy.
“They have found the Man,” he cried. “We are in luck.”
“No,” said Tony, putting a hand on Frank’s arm. “You are wrong. That is not so. Listen!”
The shrill whistle of the Steam Man was still going.
“I have it,” said Buckden, positively. “In some manner the whistle valve has opened, and it will continue to blow until steam is all blowed off!”
“Right!” cried Frank, excitedly; “why didn’t I think of that. Let us go at once in quest of the machine.”
The two men started at once out of the temple.