“See how fast we’re going directly south.”
“Yes,” nodding gravely, “and there’s hardly any power at all turned on.”
“Shut it all off, Fitz.”
“I will,” croaked the goblin. And he did so. Still the balloon slowly drifted southward.
“What are we to do, Fitz?”
“Indeed I don’t know,” the little green fellow answered dejectedly.
“We’re going faster again.”
“I see.”
“Well, we’ve got to do some—” The boy broke off abruptly; then cried in great excitement: “Look! Look, Fitz!”