“I certainly do—I shouldn’t like anything better.”
“I’d be afraid to go up,” said Hogan. “I’ll take my balloon trips on the ground, so I will!”
The balloon ascension was advertised for two o’clock in the afternoon, and after listening to an address by an old army general, and getting some lunch, the cadets walked to the field where the balloon was located.
“Hullo! How are you?” said a man to Jack, and the young major recognized him as one of the pair who had come out in the farm-wagon after the balloon when the battalion had been on the march.
“First-rate,” answered Jack. “Found your balloon, eh?”
“Oh, yes, and all right, too. Much obliged.”
“Say, doesn’t the professor want somebody to go up with him?” asked Andy, brushing forward.
“I guess not!” said another man, standing by. “Not a greenhorn, anyway.”
“Where is the professor?”
“In his tent yonder, getting ready for the exhibition.”