It was not known what sort of people lived there, nor with what sort of a reception they might meet.
But it was necessary to have water, and something desperate had got to be done at once.
“There must be water there,” declared Frank. “We will go over there and see at any rate.”
So Barney headed the Man for the distant ranch.
As they approached it, they saw half a score of nondescript men lounging about the place.
They were in the main half-breeds and greasers, and all of a decidedly villainous type.
The Steam Man drew up in the ranch yard. The effect upon the motley crew was most surprising.
Of course this was the first time they had ever gazed upon anything like the Steam Man.
Wonderment and interest were depicted upon their brutish faces as they advanced.
Pomp regarded them askance, and taking a sweeping survey of the place ventured to say: