“How?”
“By using the airship.”
“Bueno!”
They ran to the Jove and scrambled aboard.
Within one minute more Frank had her rushing swiftly across the square, and she rose on the wind.
Up she soared like an eagle.
A turn of the wheel directed her over the water, and she shot along at a rapid pace.
Below, Frank saw Diavolo in a skiff with three men, and they were rowing furiously toward the schooner.
“Barney, take the wheel.”
“I have it.”