It was plainly impossible to effect an entrance by that side of the mountain.
“What am we gwine to do, Marse Frank?” asked Pomp, after a time.
“Indeed, that is a hard question for me to answer,” declared Frank.
“Bejabers, I think the best thing we kin do at all, at all, is to go back the way we cum,” declared Barney.
Frank nodded his head.
“I declare, I believe you are right, Barney,” he said. “Well, so be it.”
The Steam Man was turned about and started down the mountain.
They had not proceeded more than one hundred yards, when the patter of bullets came against the cage.
Looking back, the travelers saw that the top of the mountain was covered with the greasers.
They had been in secure hiding near by all the while.