“Now, Pomp,” said Frank, “start the Man up a little.”
Pomp pulled the throttle rein.
The Steam Man gave a puff and began to move ahead.
The effect upon the pigmy was rather startling. He dropped his lance and stood for a moment trembling in abject terror.
Then wheeling, with several cat-like leaps he gained the edge of the parapet and went over it.
Frank rushed to the wall and looked over.
But the pigmy had gone.
He was nowhere to be seen.
Frank now began to fathom the mystery of the place. These strange people had methods of living vastly at variance with American ideas.
None of them were visible just now.