Phillip, and that he might be near to succour me!

As we swept along the fields the grapnel, taking here and there a secure
hold for a moment or so, would bring the car side down to the earth,
nearly jerking us out, but we both clung fast to the cordage, and then
the grapnel would tear its way through and the balloon would rise like a
great bird into the air.

It was in the moment that one of these checks occurred, when the balloon
had heeled over in the wind until it lay almost horizontally upon the
surface of the ground, that I saw Phillip Rutley standing in the meadow
beneath me. He cried to me as the car descended to him with me clinging
to the ropes and framework for my life:--

"Courage, dearest! You're anchored. Hold on tight. You won't be hurt."

Down came the car sideways, and struck the ground violently, almost
crushing him. As it rebounded he clung to the edge and held it down,
shouting for help. I did not dare let go my hold, as the balloon was
struggling furiously, but I shrieked to Phillip that Kenneth Moore had
tried to carry me off, and implored him to save me from that man. But
before I could make myself understood, Kenneth, who like myself had been
holding on for dear life, threw himself suddenly upon Phillip, who, to
ward off a shower of savage blows, let go of the car.

There was a heavy gust of wind, a tearing sound, the car rose out of
Phillip's reach, and we dragged our anchor once more. The ground flew
beneath us, and my husband was gone.

I screamed with all my might, and prepared to fling myself out when we
came to the earth again, but my captor, seizing each article that lay on
the floor of the car, hurled forth, with the frenzy of a madman,
ballast, stores, water-keg, cooking apparatus, everything,
indiscriminately. For a moment this unburdening of the balloon did not
have the effect one would suppose--that of making us shoot swiftly up
into the sky, and I trusted that Phillip and the men who had helped us
at the gas-works had got hold of the grapnel line, and would haul us
down; but, looking over the side, I perceived that we were flying along
unfettered, and increasing each minute our distance from the earth.

We were off, then, Heaven alone could tell whither! I had lost the
protection of my husband, and fallen utterly into the power of a lover
who was terrifying and hateful to me.

Away we sped in the darkness, higher and higher, faster and faster; and
I crouched, half-fainting, i