Leo had traveled at least eight or ten miles, and he wondered what he should do next.
He had half a mind to run off and leave the balloon men to find their property as best they might.
But he soon changed his mind on that point.
“I’ll aid them all I can,” he said to himself.
The boy knew there was a road through the woods which ran almost directly to the fair grounds.
He made his way to this and walked on through the mud and wet.
It was not long before he came up to the men in the wagon.
At first they were inclined to be abusive, and they thought to have the boy locked up.
But Leo soon changed all this.
“Your balloon is all right,” he said. “And by going up I reckon I saved you the amount you were to get from the fair people. You wouldn’t get a cent if somebody hadn’t gone up.”