He imagined the man who had fired the shots was Porler, but was not certain.
On and on went the balloon over the city, and then across a wide stretch of farming land.
Finally it began to settle in a neighborhood full of brush and trees.
Mart looked out anxiously, and it was with much satisfaction that he saw the balloon was about to fall in a cleared spot, where no damage would come to it, and from which he could easily escape.
Down and down came the monster, until it touched the ground as lightly as would a drifting feather.
The lad leaped away to escape the great mass of falling silk and ropes. Soon the balloon lay a flat mass where it had struck.
Mart wondered if it would be safe to leave the thing until some one came for it.
Usually Greson attended to such matters, but now he might have his hands full with Leo Dunbar.
As Mart thought of Leo his eyes filled with tears.
He thought a good deal of his champion.