was probably where a heavy branch had struck and stunned him.
The stranger was fairly well-dressed, and he had intelligent features. For all this, however, there was a careless, easy-going look about him. He did not at all suggest to Frank the quick-witted, nerve-strained typical aeronaut.
Frank made his footing very sure, braced firmly, and with one hand took a stout grasp under the sleeper's collar.
"Wake up—wake up," he called directly in his ear.
The man stirred faintly, only. Frank continued to call out to him. He also with his other hand slapped his chest, his cheeks, his outstretched palms.
Finally with a deep groan the man opened his eyes wide suddenly. He stared and mumbled and tried to start up, but Frank held him flat.
"Easy, mister, now," warned Frank gently. "Take time to find out the fix you are in. Then let me help you to the ground."
"Help me—why, ginger! I understand," exclaimed the balloonist.
He lay back weakly, staring at Frank, then all about him, and finally up at the gas bag flopping about in the upper branches of the tree top.
