A VIEW THROUGH THE FERRIS WHEEL.
They had paid another admission fee all round for the privilege of entering the gallery of the same room from which they had departed in disgust only a few minutes before. They were grieved rather than angry, and explained their plight to the ticket-seller. He did not let the matter weigh upon his spirits to any extent, nor did he seem much surprised.
“Boys,” said Mr. Douglass, as they descended the dusty stairs, “I think that’s enough of a maze for me.”
When once more in the roadway, they agreed to separate. Mr. Douglass preferred to go back to the Fair; Philip wished to try for a few more photographs, and Harry still kept his faith in the Wild Animal Show.
LOOKING UP AT THE FERRIS WHEEL.
So Philip and Mr. Douglass left him, and Harry walked toward the show.
“Oh, I like the whole business; don’t you?” he heard a woman say to a friend; and he was willing to agree so far, if he might except that Moorish maze.
He found a large crowd pressing toward the Animal exhibit, and, buying a ticket at the door, was soon ushered into a very large amphitheater surrounding a circus-ring on a raised platform. Above the ring was a covered cage. Harry made his way toward a number of unoccupied seats, and was surprised that these were so empty while the others were so crowded.