“The screams of children at the water’s edge.”
“Just the same!” said the old gentleman, smiling; “only more so!”
The old gentleman led the way to the largest of the wheels that swung its great spokes into the air. Allan took a seat with the old gentleman in one car, while Owen and McConnell stepped into another, when the engineer had swung it into position.
“The largest of the wheels.”
“I suppose they distribute us this way to balance it,” said Owen. The wheel now began to revolve slowly.
“My name is Prenwood,” said the old gentleman. “What is yours?”
“Hartel,” said Allan. He already had said that the boys were from Hazenfield.
As their car swung over the top of the wheel Mr. Prenwood exclaimed, “Yes, the same old place!” and was silent again for the whole circuit of the wheel. Allan found it harder than he expected to accomplish a sighting of his camera. There was something curiously confusing in the constantly changing situation of the car. Looking for the other boys was also a difficult matter. Sometimes they were below him, sometimes above. McConnell was making persistent efforts to bring his Wizard to bear on the beach without having the rim or spokes of the wheel in the way. Allan could hear him laughing, and Owen urging him not to lean over so far unless he wished to fall out.