“Golly sakes, dat am a fac’,” cried Pomp, joyfully.
But Frank knew that the battle was not over yet by any means.
It had only just begun. The monster, feeling the terrible effect of the hot iron, with an almost human-like cry unwound itself quickly from the Steam Man.
It went twisting and rolling about the plain in agony for a few moments.
In its course bushes were uprooted, the ground was torn and the air filled with dust.
Frank knew that this would last but a few moments.
The enraged monster would soon recover and renew the attack with ten-fold fury.
So the famous inventor took up his elephant rifle and thrust an explosive shell into the breach.
Going to a loophole in the screen he took careful aim.
Crack!