Frank turned to Pomp.
“How is it, Pomp?” he asked.
“It am jes’ as yo’ says, Marse Frank. Yo’ jes’ go right along fo’ all ob dis chile.”
“All right!” cried the young inventor, with inspiration. “Come along, Barney.”
Both seized their Winchesters and left the Steam Man.
Striking into the pass they followed it for some ways.
They then came out upon a sort of tableland high up among the hills.
The sound of firing was now quite plain. But somewhat singularly, they were unable to locate it.
There existed in the place a strange sort of echo which carried the sound away into different quarters.
It was quite impossible for Barney and Frank to tell what direction to take.