“That is it,” replied Frank.
“Mercy on us! I supposed the days of armor and knighthood had gone by.”
“Neither have as yet,” replied Frank, quietly. “I have four suits of this armor, and it is my own manufacture. Did you ever see anything better?”
As Frank said this he took from one of the boxes a shirt of mail.
The finest of steel meshes, intricately woven, and all as pliable as cloth. Such was the wonderful armor.
There was a suit from head to foot, including a helmet, with visor and skull cap. Truly it was wonderful workmanship.
“It is bullet proof,” declared Frank. “Nothing ordinary can penetrate it.”
“Wonderful!” cried Jack Wallis. “Why, with this armor one man could hold an army at bay.”
“That he could,” agreed Frank. “They might fire volleys at him. They could not kill him.”
The suits of mail were carefully examined and admired.