The Celt was right.
Plainly enough to the hearing of all came the distant discharge of firearms.
This meant a great deal.
Without a doubt the prospectors had become engaged in battle with the greasers.
Frank listened in a fever of excitement. He would have given much to be upon the scene.
But this was impossible, for the rocky pass would not allow of the passage of the Steam Man.
“Whew!” exclaimed the young inventor, impatiently. “It seems terrible to be compelled to sit here and do nothing.”
“I have it, sor!” cried Barney.
“What?”
“Shure, if yez will agree to it, we will leave the naygur in the Stheam Man, an’ you an’ I will take a run up through there.”