It required but a glance for Frank Reade, Jr., to recognize the skylarkers.
They were faithful servitors of his, and were named Barney and Pomp.
They were a legacy from Frank’s father, and in all the famous young inventor’s travels these servants had accompanied him.
Nobody could be more attached to a master than they were to Frank.
And now, as they caught sight of him approaching, they straightened up and both doffed their hats.
“I’se done glad to see yo’, Marse Frank.”
“I hope yez air well, Misther Frank.”
“Barney and Pomp!” cried Frank, eagerly. “You are just the fellows I want to see.”
“Whurroo!” shouted Barney. “We’re ready for anythin’, Misther Frank, from a shindy to a ruction.”
“I don’t doubt it,” replied Frank with a smile. “But here’s a letter you may read, and tell me what you think of it.”