He had read the exploits of the young inventor and was well familiar with his history.
He knew that Frank Reade, Jr., was a young and handsome fellow of the rarest gifts, whose home was in a beautiful American city called Readestown.
Air-ships were the hobby of this famous young inventor, and he had taken many trips about the world, accompanied by two faithful servants, an Irishman named Barney O’Shea and a negro called Pomp.
These were now at the rail of the air-ship, and the Celt shouted:
“Howld fast, sor! Shure it’s to your rescue we’ll be afther coming!”
CHAPTER II.
THE WONDERFUL AIR-SHIP.
The joy of Harding bordered upon a frenzy. He could hardly contain himself.
“Hurrah!” he cried. “God has answered my prayer. I shall be saved.”
“Av coorse yez will!” cried Barney, in an encouraging voice. “Shure an’ howiver did yez come in this persition?”
“I was thrown over the cliff by a companion whom I supposed to be a friend, but who was my worst enemy.”