“Sail over it and land on the other side of the woods.”
“Can we do that?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Then go ahead,” returned Leo, much relieved. “Put some more alcohol on your sponge,” he added, referring to the sponge which was blazing beneath the balloon opening to keep the air hot.
Leo kept a sharp lookout ahead while Greson tended to the lighted sponge.
They kept well up in the air.
It was not long before the burning forest could be seen plainly.
“Gosh! but we don’t want to get down in that!” cried Greson, with a shudder. “We would never come out alive!”
“Look to your sponge!” called out the young gymnast sharply.
A puff of wind had blown the flame in an opposite direction.