At times the airship would skim along on the level, and again it would be pitched and tossed about, until it was all the occupants could do to keep their feet.  Mr. Damon was continually blessing everything he could remember.

“Now she’s going!” suddenly cried Ned, as he looked at the dials registering the pressure of the gas, and showing the height of the airship above the earth.

“Going how?” gasped Tom, as he looked over from where he was working at the equilibrium apparatus.  “Going down?”

“Going up!” shouted Ned.  “I guess we’ll be all right soon!”

It was true.  Now that the bag was filled with the powerful lifting gas, under pressure, the Flyer was beginning to get out of the dangerous predicament into which the gale had blown her, Up and up she went, and every foot she climbed the power of the wind became less.

“Maybe it all happened for the best,” said Tom, as he noted the height gage.  “If we had gone down, the wind might have been worse nearer the earth.”

Later they learned that this was so.  The most destructive wind storm ever known swept across the southern part of Europe, over which they were flying that night, and, had the airship gone down, she would probably have been destroyed.  But, going up, she got above the wind-strata.  Up and up she climbed, until, when three miles above the earth, she was in a calm zone.  It was rather hard to breathe at this height, and Tom set the oxygen apparatus at work.

This created in the interior of the craft an atmosphere almost like that on the earth, and the travelers were made more at their ease.  Getting out of the terrible wind pressure made it possible to work the deflecting rudder, though Tom had no idea of going down, as long as the blow lasted.

“We’ll just sail along at this height until morning,” he said, “and by then the gale may be over, or we may be beyond the zone of it.  Start the propellers, Ned.  I think I can manage to repair the equilibrium rudder now.”

The propellers, which gave the forward motion to the airship, had been stopped when it was found that the wind was carrying her along, but they were now put in motion again, sending the Flyer forward.  In a short time Tom had the equilibrium machine in order, and matters were now normal again.

“But that was a strenuous time while it lasted,” remarked the young inventor, as he sat down.

“It sure was,” agreed Ned.

“Bless my pen wiper!” cried Mr. Damon.  “That was one of the few times when I wish I’d never come with you, Tom Swift,” and everyone laughed at that.

The Flyer was now out of danger, going along high in the air through the night, while the gale raged below her.  At Tom’s suggestion, Koku got a lunch ready, for they were all tired with their labors, and somewhat nervous from the danger and excitement.

“And now for sleep!” exclaimed Tom, as he pushed back his plate.  “Ned, set the automatic steering gear, and we’ll see where we bring up by morning.”