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56 ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. Hermit and his Booglebooby. I’ve got a plan in my head concerning him.” He opened the throttle-valve slightly, and they slowly dropped out of the influence of the current, and were pretty soon again suspended, becalmed and motionless, in mid-at. They then fell upon the venison steaks, which little Fay- - away had broiled to a turn, with the keen zest which only very hungry men can appreciate, the rich meat, with plenty of biscuit and water, serving them for an excellent repast, of which the pretty maiden partook her share. “Now,” said the professor, after the debris of the feast had been removed and thrown overboard; ‘‘now, Sam, get ready that grappling-iron, with the long line. Don’t let the fire go out, my dear. You see that little tin can there, full of tar? Well, put it on the stove at once. J had intended its contents to rub up this cordage, and it will have to an- swer another purpose now. How now, Sam? What do you - see?” “We're just about a thousand feet above this fellow’s head in the top of the beech-tree,” said Sam, who was peering over the side, with his book and line in readiness. ‘‘And he doesn’t look up at all. I fancy he’s gone to sleep on his roost.” ‘That is true,” said the old man, also peering over. “‘Do you think you can hook him, if I let the car down easily to within a few yards of the tree?” ‘Sartin! nothin’ easier,” was the reply. . ‘‘His belt hangs sort o’ loose around his waist, an’ I can just hook it up at the small of the back. I’d sooner take my chances of fishin’ up that varmint than of seinin’ a catfish in a three-foot mudhole. Hasy now, old man?” : Max drew the throttle-valve very gently, the balloon came down as lightly and airily as a snow-flake, and the car swung within a few vards above the head of the Indian, who had indeed allowed himself to slumber on his lofty perch. Sam cautiously let down the grapnel, hooked it just in the right place, made the line fast to the side of the cat, and, the professor at the same time tossing out a sand-bag, the balloon soared aloft, and the luckless redskin was sud- denly and rudely awakened from his dreams by being dragged out into space. Utterly unable to account for his novel position, without the power to look up and solve the mystery of his extraordi- Pi —— yy Se comicbooks co