“Golly, I jes’ hopes yo’ will, Marse Frank. Dis chile am in it fo’ suah.”
“Then you are ready and willing to go?” asked Frank.
“Yo’ kin jest bet.”
“Yez are roight we are.”
“Of course my sympathies for Montaine are strong,” said Frank; “he is an old and very dear friend of mine.”
“Shure, yez oughter go to his help,” averred Barney.
“Well, I will consider the situation. Let us take a look at the Steam Man.”
All three arose and went into an inner chamber of the factory.
This was a large, high-roofed room. In its center stood the wonderful invention which had made the name of Frank Reade, Jr., famous the world over.
Picture a giant man made of iron plates holding the shafts of a wagon in his hands.