Once the children were out of the balloon it rose a little, was blown along a short distance by the wind, and then, getting tangled in the tree branches, came to a stop.
"Well, we're all right now," said Freddie, as he arose and brushed the leaves from him.
"But I'm getting all wet!" sobbed Flossie. "I'm soaked!"
And so she was, as well as Freddie, for it was raining hard.
CHAPTER XVII
THE SEARCHING PARTY
Every one at the fair grounds was anxious to help Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey get back Flossie and Freddie, who had been carried off in the runaway balloon. The men who owned the big gas bag were the first to make the right sort of plans.
"The balloon is being blown over the lake," said Mr. Trench, the owner of the big bag. "We must go in that direction."
"Over the lake!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, if they should fall in!"