Scientists and explorers were continually besieging Frank, and the
young inventor was quite worn out with the importunities of many when
the day set for starting came.
At length the day came.
The Steam Man was placed aboard a special car and shipped to New
Orleans direct.
Here Mr. Buckden had seen to the chartering of a steamer, aboard which
the travelers went.
A tremendous crowd were at the wharf to cheer the voyagers.
It was a great day for New Orleans.
But at length the steamer’s bell rung for starting.
Frank shook hands warmly with Mr. Buckden.
“I feel sure that you will rescue my son,” declared the agonized
father. “Heaven will aid you.”
“I will do all in my power,” said Frank, earnestly.
The schooner cast loose from the levee and shot down into the current.
A band played, the people cheered, and Frank Reade, Jr., Barney and
Pomp and the Steam Man were really off upon their trip to Central
America.
A short while later they passed through the jetties at the delta of the
Mississippi, and were in the waters of the Gulf.
The voyage to Campeachy was not a long one and most propitious.
When at length they entered the Bay of Campeachy the mild land breeze
and a view of the palm-studded shore told them that they were in a
tropical clime.
To the surprise of our voyagers, a warm reception was accorded them at
Campeachy.
The Spanish people, ever of an enthusiastic, sport-loving turn, turned
out in great force to welcome the distinguished visitors.
Word had been received by cablegram of their coming.
The governor of Campeachy warmly welcomed Frank, and for a few hours he
was taken charge of by a committee and treated to many hospitalities.
There were many of his own people in the town also—merchants connected
with houses in New York that dealt in dye stuffs, fruits and many of
the products of the country.
Frank was deeply impressed with the warmth of the welcome given him.
He thanked all his benefactors kindly.
Then at the most favorable moment he returned to the ship.
The Steam Man was brought ashore and exhibited to the wondering gaze of
the people.
But Frank knew the importance of quick and prompt action, and was not
the one to readily accede to delay.
He knew that every moment was to the success of his enterprise of vital
worth.
The people were all in sympathy with his enterprise.
Tony Buckden had been well and favorably known in Campeachy.
The young engineer was very popular there, and everybody was deeply
interested in his fate.
But Senor Gonzales, one of the patrician gentlemen of Campeachy, came
to Frank and said:
“Senor Americano, I hope you will succeed with all my heart. But do
not be disappointed if you do not find the young Senor Buckden.”
“Ah, then you think the chances are few?” asked Frank.
“I speak of what I know. The dangers of interior Yucatan are known to
none better than I. I fear the worst for your friend.”
“But I can at least try.”
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