He shouted to Pomp:
“Come up quick, naygur. Bejabers, the masther’s in a heap av thruble. I jist heerd his rifle go aff yender in the woods.”
“Golly!” gasped Pomp, as he dropped his frying pan. “What’s dat yo’ say, I’ish?”
Barney seized the throttle rein and started the Steam Man toward the woods.
It was just at the moment when Frank emerged with the lion after him.
The lion was gaining with tremendous bounds upon Frank.
But Barney set the Steam Man after him with all speed. A terrific race followed.
Pomp was at a loophole with his rifle.
Drawing a bead on the animal, he fired. Barney lashed the throttle rein and did the same.
Both shots took effect.