rom
the rest of the ship no danger resulted to the occupants. A rent was
made in two or three of the gas compartments, but the others remained
intact, and, when an increased pressure of the vapor was used the ship
was almost as buoyant as before.

Into the cabin the three travelers hurried, dripping water at every
step, for there was no time to change clothes. Then, with Tom and Mr.
Sharp managing the machinery, the craft slowly rose. It was well that
they had started for, when a few hundred feet above the roof, the moon
suddenly shone from behind a bank of clouds and would most certainly
have revealed their position to persons in the street. As it was
several were attracted by the sight of some great object in the air.
They called the attention of others to it, but, by the time glasses and
telescopes had been brought to bear, the Red Cloud was far away.

"Dry clothes now, some hot drinks, and then Tom will tell us his
secret," remarked Mr. Sharp, and, with the great ship swaying high
above the city of Middleville Tom told what he had heard in the office
building.

"They are the thieves who looted the bank, and caused us to be unjustly
accused," he finished. "If we can capture them we'll get the reward,
and turn a neat trick on Andy Foger and his cronies."

"But how can you capture them?" asked Mr. Damon. "You don't know where
they are."

"Perhaps not where Morse and the men who have the money are. But I have
a plan. It's this: We'll go to some quiet place, leave the airship, and
then inform the authorities of our suspicions. They can come here and
arrest the men who still seem to be hanging out in Morse's office. Then
we can get on the trail of this Shagmon, who seems to be the person in
authority this time, though I never heard of him before."

"He seems to have the money, according to what one of the men in the
office said, and he's the man we want."

"Shagmon!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "Yes, Shagmon. The fellow I heard
talking 'said he'd go to Shagmon and make Morse whack up. Shagmon may
be the real head of the gang."

"Ha! I have it!" cried Mr. Damon suddenly. "I wonder I didn't think of
it before. Shagmon is the headquarters, not the head of the gang!"

"What do you mean?" asked Tom, much excited.

"I mean that there's a town called Shagmon about fifty miles from here.
That's what the fellow in the office meant. He is going to the town of
Shagmon and make Morse whack up. That's where Morse is! That's where