儿童英语读物 The Mystery of the Hot Air Balloon CHAPTER 4 The Runaway Balloon

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“Look!” Soo Lee shouted. Sitting in the back of Sky’s van, she pointed¹ out the window.

“It’s a balloon!” Benny exclaimed.

To their right, a brightly colored balloon drifted high above the trees.

“Who could that be?” Matt wondered.

Behind the wheel, Sky was not so calm. “Whoever it is is in big trouble,” she said. “No one’s supposed to go up until we’re there.”

“It seems to be coming down,” Violet observed.

“It just looks that way,” Henry said.

Matt thrust his head out the window. “No, no. Violet’s right! The balloon is coming down!”

“It can’t be,” Sky said. “It’s over the woods. If it comes down there, it’ll get tangled² in the trees.”

Trying to keep the balloon in sight, they drove along the road. Coming to a large, open field filled with trucks and people preparing their balloons for flight, Sky turned in and stopped. She hopped³ out of the van and ran toward a small group of people, shouting, “Who’s up there?”

Matt and the Aldens raced after her.

A large man broke from the group. “If this is the way you’re going to run things, you’ll never be successful,” he said.

“Who’s up there?” Sky persisted.

“Who knows,” the man answered. “Your whole operation is a disaster.”

He kept talking, but Sky wasn’t listening. She turned to the others gathered there. “Did anyone see who launched that balloon?” she asked.

 

No one had.

“Don Fister was the only one here when we arrived,” a woman said.

Don Fister, the man who was complaining, snapped, “Oh, no! You’re not going to blame me for this. That balloon was airborne when I got here.”

“Calm down, Don,” Sky said. “No one’s blaming you for anything.”

Another woman hurried over to the scene. Although the woman’s graying hair was windblown, and she wasn’t wearing white gloves, Benny recognized her. He poked⁴ Jessie. “That’s the woman we saw leave the inn,” Benny whispered.

“What woman?” Jessie asked.

“You know — Mary. The one who was arguing with Barbara.”

“I was afraid of something like this,” Mary was saying. “Too many trees for ballooning. It’s just not safe. You should rethink this, Ms. Blair. There are plenty of places more suitable for your business.”

“Business? Ha!” Don Fister said. “It’s a joke, that’s what it is. They don’t have a business. They have a plan for failure.”

Sky wasn’t paying any attention. “Come on, Matt,” she said. “We have to go after that balloon.” She turned and headed toward the van.

The Aldens hung back. Should they go along? Would they be in the way?

Matt answered their unspoken question. “Hurry!” he said to them. “That balloon’s in trouble! We can’t waste a minute!”

“That Don Fister sure was nasty,” Benny commented as they drove away from the launch site.

Matt waved his hand. “Don’t pay any attention to him,” he said. “He’s full of hot air.”

“Like the balloons,” Soo Lee said.

Benny laughed. “That’s a good joke, Soo Lee.”

Sky laughed, too. “And true,” she said. “Don owns a balloon business a few hours away. He thinks he’s the only one who knows anything about ballooning. But I must admit, he’s a crackerjack balloonist.”

“Yeah,” Matt agreed. “He doesn’t like us but he never misses a rally. Don loves competition.”

They made several wrong turns before they found the balloon. It was suspended from an oak tree at the edge of a small clearing in the forest preserve.

“The basket looks empty,” Jessie said as they climbed out of the van.

“Let’s hope it is,” Sky said.

Matt climbed the tree. Looking down into the basket, he said, “It’s empty all right.”

“How’s the balloon?” Sky asked.

Matt examined the brightly colored cloth. “Looks pretty good. No big tears. Now, if I can just — ”

They all held their breath as Matt reached out to release the balloon.

“Got it!”

The basket fell at their feet with a thud. The deflated⁶ balloon floated down on top of it.

“This balloon is small,” Benny observed.

Struggling to help fold it, Henry said, “It looks big to me.”

“Me, too,” Soo Lee put in.

“Compared to ours, this balloon is small,” Matt said.

“Ours can carry a larger basket — which means more people can fit inside,” Sky added.

Everyone helped pack the balloon and basket into the van.

On the way back to the port, Henry asked, “How did the balloon escape?”

“Someone had to inflate⁷ it and let it go,” Matt explained.

“Maybe it was an accident,” Violet suggested.

“Right,” Benny said. “Probably whoever blew it up, didn’t mean to let it go.”

“Possible,” Sky said, “but not likely.”

“Wouldn’t the owner of the balloon have said something?” Jessie asked.

“I should think so,” Sky said. “The owner would be very upset.”

Suddenly Soo Lee said, “Maybe someone meant to let the balloon go.”

Matt nodded. “I think you’re right, Soo Lee. This was no accident.”

Before the van had come to a complete stop, a man ran up waving his arms and shouting.

“I think I know who owns the runaway⁸ balloon,” Matt said.

“Brad Golder,” Sky said.

At the van window, Brad Golder, a thin, balding man, asked urgently, “Did you find it? Did you find my balloon?”

Sky pointed her thumb toward the back of the van. “Relax, Brad. Everything’s under control,” she assured him.

“Under control? Is that what you think? Someone steals my balloon and you say everything’s under control?”

Matt came around the side of the van and put his hand on Brad’s shoulder.

“What happened, Brad?” Matt asked. “Where were you when your balloon was launched?”

Trying to calm himself, Brad took several deep breaths. Then he said, “I left my gear near my truck and went into town for breakfast. When I got back here, it was gone. Don told me my balloon was in the sky. I’ve been frantic⁹.” He began to pace. “If anything’s happened to that balloon, you’re responsible. If this is the kind of business you’re going to run, maybe we don’t need it around here.”

“It looks all right,” Sky told him. “Why don’t we get it out and take a look.”

Sky opened the back of the van, and they hoisted¹⁰ the balloon down.

As they spread out the balloon, Don Fister wandered over. “That balloon’s a goner,” he said. “This whole operation is over before it starts.”

“Listen, Fister,” Matt said. “You’re wrong.”

“Let’s take a look at this,” Sky said changing the subject as she began to examine the balloon spread out before them.

They went over the nylon covering inch by inch. Brad found a small tear. “Easy to repair,” he decided¹¹. He was obviously relieved that there was so little damage.

Mary joined the group. Benny noticed that her hair was still messy.

“Is everything under control here?” she asked.

Henry spoke⁵ up. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. “Mr. Golder’s balloon wasn’t badly damaged.”

“Ah, but it could have been. That is the point,” she said. Without smiling she thrust out her hand. “I’m Mary England. I don’t believe we’ve met. Pleased to meet you, I’m sure,” she said.

The Aldens didn’t think she seemed at all pleased.

At the other side of the field, a car pulled in. A man got out.

“There’s the press,” Don Fister commented. “Wait until they find out about this little misadventure.”