He had forgotten Mr. Douglass!
How was the poor tutor to reach the ground?
He tried to climb down one of the spokes, but slipped, lost his hold, and was falling, falling, fall—
“I really believe, boys,” said Mr. Douglass, “that I’ve been asleep. I’ve had a remarkable dream. It was—” But the brakeman called:
“New York, last stop, all out!”
THE 194,000,000 CANDLE-POWER SEARCH LIGHT.
IN THE MIDWAY PLAISANCE.
