He was the first person in the world who had really befriended him.
“Oh, I hope he isn’t seriously hurt!” he murmured to himself.
While he stood by the fallen balloon wondering what was best to do he heard the sound of wagon wheels.
They came from a country road a few hundred feet to his right.
“It must be Greson or one of the others coming for the balloon,” he said to himself.
The wagon came to a stop, and he ran forward to meet the newcomer that he might inquire about Leo.
Then of a sudden his heart seemed to stop beating.
The man approaching from the wagon was Porler!
CHAPTER XXXII.—MART A PRISONER.
Mart was nearly dumfounded.