In the calm still air the captain struck a light, bending low in the car to avoid contact of flame and gas, bit the end of a cigar, and lit it.  Josiah, shaking with terror, could see in the shadow of the balloon on the cloud the smoke curling up from the cigar and lazily spreading itself out.

“Now, old chappie,” said the captain, “I’m ready.  Heave hard, and over I go.”

What was the use of disputing with a man like this?  Josiah never had been inclined to fight with men of strong will.  He was certain he could not move the captain, but he was able to try, and try he did.  He got one foot over the car, the captain encouraging him and cheerfully smoking.

“Very well done, old man.  A few more tugs, and over we go.  I’ll just have time to finish my cigar before I get to the bottom.”

Josiah tugged and tugged till he felt the warm blood rushing through his veins and his breath came short But though he might move one of the captain’s colossal legs, which seemed to his disordered fancy to be the size of the Monument, he could do no more.  The captain sat passive, encouraging him by every kindly phrase he could think of.  But it was of no use, and after ten minutes’ violent struggling Josiah threw himself back in the car.

“Very sorry, old man,” said the captain, with a tone of unmistakable sincerity.  “Thought once you’d have done it; but I’ve got a little out of training lately and run up half a stun.  Now I must see what I can do with you.”

First of all he tore off some slips of paper and threw them out.  Josiah looked at them with hungry eyes.  Round and round they spun, falling back into the car or dropping to the world beyond the clouds.  There was no hope of movement for the balloon.

“Well, Mr. Smith, it’s your turn now.  I must see what I can do.  It’s not nice for either of us, but it would be no nicer to stay here and be starved to death or blown out to sea.  You won’t feel anything after the first rush.  Good-bye.  I am sorry there will be no opportunity of my communicating with you as to the result of this interesting experiment.  I don’t suppose,” the captain added, his love of scientific research increasing his unfeigned regret for the inconvenience Josiah was about to suffer, “that ever before ten stun was dropped out of a car in a lump.  I reckon I’ll get as high as most people have been.  Now, if you’ve any message, just hand it over.  If I can do anything for you in King Street or anywhere else, you may depend upon me.”

“No,” said Josiah, gulping down a rising sob; “if you will only say I went off bravely and didn’t flinch, that will be all.  Perhaps you might write a few lines by way of preface to ‘Underground England,’ pointing out that I died in the interests of science.”

“Certainly, my dear fellow, it shall be done,” said the captain, with quite a glow of honest energy.  “If you’d like a little monument or anything of that sort, I’ll see it’s run up.  Now, over you go.  Time’s getting on, and I don’t want to miss the Paris train.  Give us a shake of your paw, then shut your eyes, for I fancy I shan’t have much difficulty with you.  Heave your watch over or take it with you!”