He reached it in about an hour, and circled about it, observing it from above.
Then he came to the Eiffel Tower, and practised steering round it, to the great joy of an excited and applauding crowd which thronged its top and stages.

It was a great moment.

He steered away over Paris, made a meal of the coffee, brown bread, and sausage left, and came back.
He was growing tired of waiting, and was meditating crossing over the top of the tower and pouring a little water from the ballast tank on the sympathetic crowd, when he saw his father and Herr Schlugst forcing their way through it.

At once he rose above the tower and let down the grapnel.

A dozen hands seized it, and drew down the machine.