Then at last he rosewith an air of inspiration, took Mr. Butteridge's ripped, demolished,and ransacked waistcoat, and hurled it from the balloon whence itfluttered down slowly and eddyingly until at last it came to rest witha contented flop upon the face of German tourist sleeping peacefullybeside the Hohenweg near Wildbad.
I toldmyself that I could never stop, and with a gust of petulance Iresolved to stop forthwith. Like an impatient fool, I lugged overthe lever, and incontinently the thing went... read more
