“I’ll fix you!” howled Porler.
He ran to his trunk to get a weapon, for he was in his balloon costume, but suddenly stopped short.
“Where is he?”
He referred to Mart Keene, who had disappeared.
Fearful that the boy was running away, Porler forgot all about Leo for the time being and ran outside.
The young gymnast ran to his own tent and came out.
He saw Porler looking around anxiously.
The lad had certainly escaped.
“I hope he doesn’t find him,” thought Leo.
Porler whispered to his assistant, a man named Murphy, and the latter hurried off to ascertain, if possible, what had become of Mart.