the food lockers were stored with supplies, the gasolene tanks filled,
and the supply of fur clothing increased.

"There!" exclaimed the professor at length. "We are about ready to sail.
I could start in an hour if necessary. All I have to do is to fill the
silk bag with my wonderful gas, which is all ready to generate."

"Den you'd better start to generationess it right off quicker than
sooner!" shouted Washington, running from the rear of the shed. "Hurry
up, Perfessor!"

"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Henderson anxiously.

"Dat prisoner man has escaped!" cried Washington. "He's clean gone!
Flown away! Jumped his bail!"

"That's bad!" exclaimed the professor. "He'll work some mischief now! I
guess we'll have to start on our trip at once!"




CHAPTER VI

AWAY IN THE AIRSHIP


"Quick, Washington!" cried the professor. "Jump in the engine room and
start the gas generator. Mark, you bring in from the cabin all those
wheels and things on the walls! Jack, load those packages there into the