Stop!” cried a voice from outside” don’t you dare start that ship!” ”here we go!” shouted Professor Henderson in a joyful tone. “Now to see if the monarch fulfils her promise!” he hurried into the engine room. The noise of the gas generating machine increased. The gasoline engine went faster, and the motors and dynamos added to the noise. There was a loud hissing sound. The professor had opened a value admitting the full force of gas into the oiled sill bag. Then came a snapping sound as several anchoring ropes that had not been cut, broke rocks the monarch like some immense bird, through the opened shed roof. Out into the air went the big yellow bag. And then a strange thing happened Andy suds, the hunter, and bill jones and tom smith, the two form hands, who had been peering over the edge of the shed down at the airships, leaned over too far in their anxiety to observe everything. As the gas bag brushed past them they were started. They lost their balances and the next instant all there toppled right into the bow of the monarch as she arose, and were lifted up into the air with her. “Hold on, there! Cried tagger, who by this time had come close to the shed. “It’s too late!” shouted back the professor, poking his head from a window in the engine room. “Hey, there! You’re carrying me off in your ship!” yelled Andy suds as he scrambled to his feet after his tumble into the bow of the monarch. “Mad me!” ejaculated bills jones. “And me!” exclaimed tom smith. “I didn’t figure o