“No,” Frank replied. “I’ve watched keenly, and did not see a child leave the schooner. In their panic those fellows only thought of saving themselves. Doubtless they have left the boy behind.”
“It is very dangerous, then, to use more bombs, as you might hit him,” said the Mexican.
“Very true! I’ll stop. Those fellows are greatly afraid of this airship. They may not be afraid to fight people on an equal footing, but when it comes to an attack from the sky they realize their helplessness and lose courage.”
Frank had told the truth.
Shortly the airship arrived close to the schooner, and there she was driven in circles in order to keep her in the air.
Frank could now see what a lot of damage the bombs had done to the vessel.
He went inside and put on a suit of chain mail.
It was very light, as the metal was aluminum.
“I’m going aboard the schooner,” he announced.
“Let me go with you,” pleaded Zamora.