the offer. "My name's Sharp," he went on, "John Sharp, of no place in particular, for I travel all over. I'm a professional balloonist. Ha! that's the stuff!"
This last was in reference to a bottle of vaseline which Tom produced. Mr. Sharp spread some over the backs of his hands and went on:
"That's better. Much obliged. I can't begin to thank you for what you did for me—saved my life. I thought it was all up with me—would have been but for you. Mustn't mind my manner—it's a way I have—have to talk quick when you're balloonin'—no time—but I'm grateful all the same. Who might you people be?"
Tom told him their names and Mr. Swift asked the aeronaut if he was sure he didn't need the services of a physician.
"No doctor for me," answered the balloonist "I've been in lots of tight places, but this was the worst squeeze. If you'll put me ashore, I guess I can manage now."
"But you're all wet," objected Tom. Where will you go? You need some other clothes," for the man wore a suit of tights and spangles.
"Oh, I'm used to this," went on the performer, "I frequently have to fall in the water. I always carry a little money with me so as to get back to
