“Hello!” he cried, hopping out. “What’s the matter? Why did you start, Jerry? I thought you were going to stay another day.”
“Start! I haven’t started!” cried Jerry. “What are you talking about?”
Then, as he leaped out on the floor, he nearly lost his balance, as the Comet pitched and tossed. Jerry gave a hasty glance out of the window.
“Boys,” he cried, “we’re afloat on the biggest flood the Colorado ever had, I guess! We’re still anchored, but the trees are under water! The ropes are holding us!”
“But how can we float?” asked Bob.
“On the hydroplanes, of course,” said Jerry. “You know we’ve been resting on them, instead of the bicycle wheels, for I wanted to take the weight off the tires. Lucky for us that I did, or we wouldn’t float. And now we’re on the surface of the river, and it’s still rising!”
[CHAPTER XXIX]
IN THE CAVE
Steadying themselves against the swaying motion of the anchored airship, our friends crowded to the windows to look out. They beheld a terrifying and wonderful scene.