There was no mistake.
Even at that distance Barney recognized his employer, Frank Reade, Jr.
“Be me sowl! av it ain’t Misther Frank!” he cried. “Shure an’ he’s telegraphin’ to us.”
“Massy sakes alibe! dat am a fac’,” cried Pomp. “We’s done gwine to his help, sah, fo’ suah!”
“Yez kin bet on that!” cried Barney, rushing to the anchor rope.
In a few moments the anchor was lifted. The Kite went sailing above the brigands, and Pomp dropped an electric bomb in their midst.
This fell with much force, and burst with a terrific explosion.
The effect was fearful. A great hole was blown in the ground, and several of the brigands were killed.
Terrified at the sight of the air-ship and at the deadly work of the bomb, the brigands desisted in their pursuit of Frank Reade, Jr.
The young inventor at a safe distance signaled the air-ship to descend.