He shouted, he waved his handkerchief, and he raved at his horse to go faster.
It was a wild and fearful ride, and it seemed to the unfortunate man as if the Jove was fast leaving him behind as it glided through the dusky sky.
On, on, on raced the pursuer and pursued over the open country, and several miles were thus covered.
Finally the mare tripped and fell.
The man’s heart sank as he leaped from her back to avoid being injured under her body.
“Merciful Heavens! This ends it!” he groaned, in despair, as he landed upon his feet upon the ground.
That fall killed the gallant mare.
But the man paid no heed to her, for all his time and attention were taken up staring at the Jove.
Suddenly he started, bent forward eagerly, and a thrill of joy ran through him as he saw the great air-ship go in a circle, drop lower into another strata of air, and approach him.
“They see me! They see me at last!” he gasped.