But Frank opened fire with his Winchester repeater.
Crack—ack—ack!
The shots flew swift and true. One, two, three of the foe fell. Then Pomp joined in the battle.
Crack!
Another of the pigmies fell. This had the effect of partially checking them.
Frank started the Steam Man forward. The huge log across the road barred their progress, but a few shots from the Winchesters scattered the foe there assembled.
Then Pomp sprang down and moved the log.
It required all the darky’s strength, but he succeeded and then returned to the wagon.
“Golly, Marse Frank!” cried the excited darky, “I reckon we’se jes’ gib dem rascals a bit ob a lesson.”
“I think we have, Pomp,” agreed Frank, “but I fear we’ve not seen the last of this battle yet.”