Up and up went the balloon until it became to the human eye about as large as a dinner plate.
The young gymnast was making a great ascension.
As he went up he began to perform on the trapeze. He turned over and over and hung by his toes.
The crowd could scarcely believe its eyes. Porler was completely outdone.
At last both balloon and balloonist passed out of sight of those on the fair grounds.
Leo landed in a field several miles from the city.
He hired the farmers who came out to see what was the matter to help him pack up the balloon.
About an hour later Greson came along and the outfit was packed on a wagon and carted back to the circus grounds. When Leo came in for supper he found a note awaiting him.
It was from Mart Keene and ran like this:
“Dear Mr. Dunbar: I must thank you for your bravery and great kindness to me. I am alone in the world and need a friend. If you will help me, kindly call at the address given on the inclosed card.”