"And that's just what he's up to," declared Bluff, "for you see he's turning the bag over now. There! He's struck something, by the way he grabs! It's a letter, fellows, as sure as you live!"
"A letter from the skies! Tell me about that, will you!" whistled Jerry as he bounded ashore and hurried to join Frank.
"What's doing?" he asked anxiously, as he came to where the other was standing, staring at the piece of paper he held in his hand.
"Remarkable! Who would ever have believed it?" Frank was saying.
"Well, please take pity on the rest of us, and let us have a little light," Will broke out with.
"It came from the Kentucky, fellows!" Frank observed, shaking his head, as if he could hardly believe his senses.
"That was the name of the balloon our good friend, Professor Jason Smythe, expected to pilot in the drift from Atlanta to Savannah, to test the air currents."
This from Jerry, who was equally amazed.
"How do you know?" asked Bluff, of course, since he never accepted anything without abundant proof.
"The name is sewed on the bag. I found it underneath. But there was something more, boys—this letter, written, with others of the same kind, and sent down in the hope that one of them might fall into the hands of some person who would notify the government station at Pensacola or Cedar Keys."