t as I came along I thought I saw
lights in the balloon shed."

"Very likely," admitted Mr. Henderson coolly. "Washington and I were
out there doing some work."

"All right," was the rather ungracious answer. "I have those chemicals
you wanted."

"Give them to me!" implored the old man in an anxious tone. "I thought
you would never bring them."

"Oh, I don't forget so easily. Here you are," and the newcomer passed
over a package. "Now when are you going to sail?"

"In about a week," answered the inventor.

"Then I guess I'll stay until you go," spoke the stranger. "I don't want
to be left behind."

At this the old professor seemed strangely excited. His hands trembled
as he placed the chemicals on a shelf.

"You don't like it, I see," observed the stranger with a sort of snarl.
"But I know you too well, Professor Henderson. You would be only too
glad to go and leave me behind after all I have done for you."

"My only desire, and you know it, James Taggert," broke in the old man,
"is to preserve my secret from the world until I see whether I can
succeed or not. I do not want to be laughed at if I fail. I admit you
have been of service to me, but, rather than risk failure, rather than
run the chance of having my plans made known before I am ready to have
them, I would do anything. I know you too well to imagine that you have
aided me from pure love."

"Well, go on," snarled the man, as the professor paused.

"You have some object back of it all," continued the professor. "I do
not know what your motive is, but I say, rather than have my plans
spoiled, I will make you a prisoner and keep you here until after I have
sailed. I am all ready to start,--tonight, if need be!"

"So that's your game, is it?" cried Taggert. He turned toward the old
man with an ugly look.

"Washington!" cried the professor. "Bind him! Put him in the little room
and see that he does not escape!"

The next instant the big negro had folded his arms around Taggert. The
white man struggled, but he was like a baby in the grasp of a giant, for
Washington was very powerful. He procured a strong cord, and, before
Taggert could resist had him firmly bound. Then, picking the man up in
his arms, Washington carried him back into the balloon shed.

"Help! Help!" cried Taggert, and then his cries were smothered.

"Don't hurt him!" cautioned the professor, calling into the darkness to
Washington.

"I only guv him a soft piece ob wood to bite o