“Just a little. The sudden rush upward made me light-headed. But it is going away now,” answered the Imp.
On and on sailed the balloon. For the time being Andy was the only one of the three who dared to look downward, and he announced that the town had been left far behind.
“We are sailing over a patch of woods,” he announced. “Beyond is a hill of rocks.”
“Oh, I hope we don’t tumble on the rocks,” said Jack.
“We are not going to tumble, I tell you, Jack. This balloon will sail for miles before it begins to settle.”
A little while later Jack and Pepper ventured to take a peep at what was below. They could see the farms, with the houses and barns looking like toy buildings. Here and there was a silver thread, where some brook ran into the lake.
“I think we are moving towards the lake,” announced Andy, some time later.
“If we go down in the lake we’ll be drowned,” said Jack.
“We’ll have to swim for it,” answered Andy, cheerfully. “If we get too close to the water we can take off our coats and kick off our shoes. We ought all to be able to swim to shore.”
In five minutes more they crossed another patch of woods and came out over the lake. Far below them was a sailboat, and the occupants looked up at the balloon in astonishment.