“To-morrow morning!”
“All right; I will try and do my part.”
Frank went back to the Steam Man and narrated the plan to Barney and Pomp.
The two faithful servitors listened with the deepest of interest.
“A’right, Marse Frank,” declared Pomp. “We’se jes’ de chickens what can gib dose greasers a lickin’.”
“Bejabers, we’ll thry it,” said Barney.
Nightfall was at hand, so it was decided to make camp upon the spot.
The prospectors had decided not to start upon their invasion of the greasers’ stronghold until the next day.
Darkness settled down thickly over the plain.
It was near midnight before all was quiet in the camp.