ine anear him, not for nothin' in dis worl'. Mars Tom, he's
plumb crazy."

Tom whispers and says--"That's WHY we've got to do something. If
he wasn't crazy I wouldn't give shucks to be anywhere but here; you
couldn't hire me to get out--now that I've got used to this balloon and
over the scare of being cut loose from the solid ground--if he was in
his right mind. But it's no good politics, sailing around like this with
a person that's out of his head, and says he's going round the world
and then drown us all. We've GOT to do something, I tell you, and do it
before he wakes up, too, or we mayn't ever get another chance. Come!"

But it made us turn cold and creepy just to think of it, and we said we
wouldn't budge. So Tom was for slipping back there by himself to see if
he couldn't get at the steering-gear and land the ship. We begged and
begged him not to, but it warn't no use; so he got down on his hands and
knees, and begun to crawl an inch at a time, we a-holding our breath and
watching. After he got to the middle of the boat he crept slower than
ever, and it did seem like years to me. But at last we see him get to
the professor's head, and sort of raise up soft and look a good spell
in his face and listen. Then we see him begin to inch along again toward
the professor's feet where the steering-buttons was. Well, he got there
all safe, and was reaching slow and steady toward the buttons, but he
knocked down something that made a noise, and we see him slump down flat
an' soft in the bottom, and lay still. The professor stirred, and says,
"What's that?" But everybody kept dead still and quiet, and he begun to
mutter and mumble and nestle, like a person that's going to wake up, and
I thought I was going to die, I was so worried and scared.

Then a cloud slid over the moon, and I 'most cried, I was so glad. She
buried herself deeper and deeper into the cloud, and it got so dark we
couldn't see Tom. Then it began to sprinkle rain, and we could hear the
professor fussing at his ropes and things and abusing the weather. We
was afraid every minute he would touch Tom, and then we would be goners,
and no help; but Tom was already on his way back, and when we felt his
hands on our knees my breath stopped sudden, and my heart fell down
'mongst my other works, because I couldn't tell in the dark but it might
be the professor! which I thought it WAS.

Dear! I was so glad to have him back that I was just as near happy as a
person