"How are you, Tom Swift?" greeted the newcomer pleasantly. "I guess
you've forgotten me, haven't you?" He held out his hand, which Tom took.
"Don't know me, do you?" he went on.
"Well, I'm afraid I've forgotten your name," admitted the lad, just a
bit embarrassed. "But your face is familiar, somehow, and yet it isn't"
"I've shaved off my mustache," went on the other. "That makes a
difference. But you haven't forgotten John Sharp, the balloonist, whom
you rescued from Lake Carlopa, and who helped you build the Red Cloud?
You haven't forgotten John Sharp, have you, Tom?"
"Well, I should say not!" cried the lad heartily. "I'm real glad to see
you. What are you doing around here? Come in. I've got something to show
you," and he motioned to the shop where the Humming-Bird was housed.
"Oh, I know what it is," said the veteran balloonist.
"You do?"
"Yes. It's your new aeroplane. In fact, I came to see you about it."
"To see me about it?"
"Yes. I'm one of the committee of arrangements for the meet to be held
at Eagle Park, where I understand you are going to contest.
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