“Barney!” gasped Frank.
“Dat am a fac’.”
“Thank Heaven.”
Frank gazed in the direction indicated by Pomp, and saw Barney waving his arms frantically in the air.
At once Frank pulled the whistle valve and increased the Steam Man’s speed.
A few moments later the Steam Man came to a halt upon the spot where Barney had stood.
The meeting was a joyous one. Barney and Pomp embraced, and Frank gripped Buckden’s hand.
“Tony, I’m awful glad to see you,” he declared. “I feared you were dead. They assured me at Campeachy that you would never be found alive.”
“Well, they didn’t know anything about it,” declared Tony, sententiously; “then you got my letter?”
“Yes.”