“Yes, I do want to go.”
“Well, come on then—and no more fooling. I’ll be a good comrade to you; we’ll have lots of fun. I’ll call you Bob and you’ll call me Fitz. Oh, we’ll have a bully time!”
“All right!” the lad cried courageously. “I’m ready.”
“That’s the stuff!” chuckled the goblin.
They leaped upon the window-sill. Fitz Mee caught the anchor rope and shinned up it, and Bob nimbly followed.
As the lad clambered into the basket he remarked:
“Your balloon’s bigger than I thought it was, Fitz.”
“You’re smaller than you were, that’s all,” the goblin grinned in reply.
The car was indeed quite roomy and comfortable for such small beings. A box-shaped bench encircled it on the inside, serving as seat and locker, and at one side was a small tank of polished metal, with a pump attachment.