Phin fills himself up with the gas he gets from his Anarchist papers and magazines--the 'rich man's war' and all the rest of it--and goes up in the air and when he's up in the air he's kind of hard to handle.

That's what you told me about the balloon, if I recollect." Grover laughed heartily.

"Then the best thing to do is to keep him on the ground, I should say," he observed.
Jed rubbed his chin.

"Um-hm," he drawled, "but shuttin' off his gas supply might help some.

I don't think I'd worry about him much, if I was you." They separated at the front gate before the shop, where the rows of empty posts, from which the mills and vanes had all been removed, stood as gaunt reminders of the vanished summer.