"How do you know it's Thursday?" asked Summersby.
"This is a chronograph, High-pockets," said the blond man.
"Calvin, we've been kidnapped!" the woman said shrilly, clutching at a man who must be her husband or boy friend.
"No, no, dear. How could they do it on a roller coaster?"
"Maria y José!" said the Mexican. "Then for two days that idiot relief man has had charge of my chili stand! It'll go to hell!"
"Our things at the hotel," the woman said, "all my new clothes and the marriage license."
"They'll be all right, dear."
"And where's my bag?"
The blond man stooped and picked up a leather handbag from the straw. "This it?" She took it and rummaged inside before she said, "Thank you."
"I don't like all this," said the Negro boy. "Where are we? I got to get back to my job. Where's the door?"