had hidden it, secured his rubber boots to the machine, and was speedily threading the path he had traversed in the opposite direction earlier in the day.
Passing down a gentle declivity in an open space, Christmas set up a sudden bark. Frank turned, to observe the dog halted and looking aloft.
"Hello!" exclaimed Frank, also glancing skywards. "That must be the balloon the little fellow at the pound was telling about."
The balloon was about two miles distant, and was instantly obscured from view by some tall trees.
Frank had kept on going without looking ahead. The momentary distraction had its result.
Too late he turned the handle bars of the bicycle and set the brake.
Bump! the machine struck a jagged tree stump, and Frank Newton took a header.
