“Golly, I jes’ wish dey would hab some little respect fo’ dis chile’s feelin’s an’ come back,” he muttered.
At length Pomp’s attention was claimed by a thrilling sight.
Down the mountain side he suddenly saw two huge grizzlies advancing.
They had evidently sighted the Steam Man, and were coming directly for it.
Without doubt they were wondering in their bear minds what manner of intruder this was, and had come down the mountain to investigate.
Pomp watched them with some degree of interest.
He knew that he was safe enough in the cage and could do this with impunity. Therefore he chuckled to himself.
“I jes’ fink dem b’ars fink dey am some big stuff,” he muttered, “but dey am a flea bite ’longside ob de Steam Man.”
In one sense this was true enough.
The Steam Man, however, hardly stood higher than one of the brutes, who was a perfect monster.