"More likely planning a final attack," suggested Alan.
Again a council was held.
"We've got to take the risk," said Ned at last in desperation; "we
can't do anything up here."
And then, with Alan's approval, the propeller was set turning again,
but so slowly that the big balloon was just moving under control.
The aeroplanes were also set to bring the craft nearer the ground
and, as a precaution, Bob was sent onto the bridge with an open
knife to cut away ballast if sudden ascent were needed. The drag
rope had been brought in. There were no means of knowing how near
the car might be to the earth and the suspense was decidedly trying.
"I guess I can come a little nearer finding out," exclaimed Ned
finally to the others in a whisper.
Alan did not know what he meant, but he resumed his place at the
wheel. Ned had disappeared in the dark.
"Where are you, Ned?" asked Alan anxiously at last.
The answer came from beneath the car.
"Only down here, but I'm going lower," Ned replied, again in a
whisper. "Be ready with that ballast."
A perspiration of fear broke out on Alan's body.
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