In a very short time the plain was cleared.
The stage-coach was a speck upon the horizon line.
It was on its way to Saint’s Repose, which Frank reckoned was a small mining town, of which there were many in the Rocky Mountains.
It was now a question as to what it was best to do.
Darkness was coming on and it would be necessary to find a camp somewhere.
Frank had thought of keeping on to Saint’s Repose with the stage.
There he believed it would not be difficult to pick up a respectable force of men with which to attack the greasers in the hills.
Of course the Steam Man could whip them in the open.
But the greasers could stick to the hills and no efforts would serve to dislodge them.
It required no little thought and consideration upon Frank’s part to decide what to do.