it.”
“You ran an ad in the newspaper, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I offered a reward and no questions asked. Nothing came of it.”
“I’ve had no luck in tracing the pickpocket either,” Nancy said, sighing.
At that moment the discussion was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Nancy went to answer it. At the door stood a good-looking young man, broad-shouldered and deeply tanned.
“Ned!” Nancy cried jubilantly. “It’s great to see you!”
“And you.” He laughed, seizing her hand. “I just happened to be doing an errand near here and thought I’d drop over.”
Ned Nickerson and Nancy were friends of long standing. They enjoyed the same things and frequently went together to parties. Though she had many other admirers, Nancy admitted to herself that Ned was her favorite.
“Are you free for a date tonight?” he asked.
“I have one,” Nancy said with genuine regret. “Why didn’t you warn me you were coming?”
“How about tomorrow night?”
“Mrs. Alexandra, a new acquaintance, has invited Dad and me to a special dinner party. We are to take her grandson, Francis Baum, to see her for the first time. It’s thrilling, Ned! He’s supposed to be a missing prince—”
“Wish he’d stay missing,” Ned muttered. “Well, how about tomorrow afternoon?”
“Fine, if you’ll get me home in time to dress for the dinner party.”
“All right, we’ll take in the carnival,” Ned said. “Everything from fortune-telling to the roller coaster.”
The following afternoon the two arrived at the carnival grounds. They mingled with the crowd, enjoying the various amusements.
Finally Ned bought tickets for the roller coaster. As the car dashed madly down each incline, Nancy held her breath and clung to Ned. He enjoyed this so much that he suggested a second ride.
“No, let’s try something else,” Nancy pleaded. “How about the Ferris wheel?”
“Too tame.”
“After that wild ride I crave something mild.”
“Then up we go,” Ned gave in reluctantly.
He bought tickets, and they sat down in one of the cars. Soon the giant wheel began to turn. It moved very slowly. The motor which rotated it made a loud, racking noise.
“Terrible!” Ned complained. “Sounds as if it’s going to fall apart!”
“It’s pokey, too,” Nancy admitted. “Oh, well, the torture won’t last long.”
Just then the Ferris wheel came to a grinding halt. The car in which Nancy and Ned were seated remained stationary at the very top. Minutes elapsed, but still the wheel did not start.
“What’s the matter with this thing?” Ned demanded, peering over the side.
Below, he could see two men working over the machinery. Persons in the lower cars close to the ground were being helped out.
“We’re stuck up here!” Ned exclaimed.
CHAPTER IX
Ferocious Dog
“THEY’LL fix it soon,” Nancy said. “In the meantime, let’s enjoy the view.”
“The sun’s hot and I’m thirsty.”
“We might ask one of the men to pass us up some cool drinks,” Nancy suggested.
“Now that’s a cool idea,” Ned said, grinning.
He called to the men below, asking them to send up both food and drink by means of long poles, which could be handed from car to car. Other trapped passengers took up the cry.
At first the request was looked upon as a joke, but as time wore on and the wheel did not move, Ned asked a second time. Others added their pleas, and finally they were answered.
After another hour had elapsed, Ned teased Nancy, “Still enjoying the view?”
“It’s getting monotonous,” she said, shifting into a more comfortable position. She glanced at her watch worriedly. “If I don’t get home soon, I’ll be late for Mrs. Alexandra’s dinner.”
Ned replied soberly, “Wish I could do something.”
“I asked Francis Baum to come to our house at six-thirty,” Nancy put in restlessly. “Katherine Kovna has been invited, too,” she added, and told Ned about the designer.
“I guess the
“You ran an ad in the newspaper, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I offered a reward and no questions asked. Nothing came of it.”
“I’ve had no luck in tracing the pickpocket either,” Nancy said, sighing.
At that moment the discussion was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Nancy went to answer it. At the door stood a good-looking young man, broad-shouldered and deeply tanned.
“Ned!” Nancy cried jubilantly. “It’s great to see you!”
“And you.” He laughed, seizing her hand. “I just happened to be doing an errand near here and thought I’d drop over.”
Ned Nickerson and Nancy were friends of long standing. They enjoyed the same things and frequently went together to parties. Though she had many other admirers, Nancy admitted to herself that Ned was her favorite.
“Are you free for a date tonight?” he asked.
“I have one,” Nancy said with genuine regret. “Why didn’t you warn me you were coming?”
“How about tomorrow night?”
“Mrs. Alexandra, a new acquaintance, has invited Dad and me to a special dinner party. We are to take her grandson, Francis Baum, to see her for the first time. It’s thrilling, Ned! He’s supposed to be a missing prince—”
“Wish he’d stay missing,” Ned muttered. “Well, how about tomorrow afternoon?”
“Fine, if you’ll get me home in time to dress for the dinner party.”
“All right, we’ll take in the carnival,” Ned said. “Everything from fortune-telling to the roller coaster.”
The following afternoon the two arrived at the carnival grounds. They mingled with the crowd, enjoying the various amusements.
Finally Ned bought tickets for the roller coaster. As the car dashed madly down each incline, Nancy held her breath and clung to Ned. He enjoyed this so much that he suggested a second ride.
“No, let’s try something else,” Nancy pleaded. “How about the Ferris wheel?”
“Too tame.”
“After that wild ride I crave something mild.”
“Then up we go,” Ned gave in reluctantly.
He bought tickets, and they sat down in one of the cars. Soon the giant wheel began to turn. It moved very slowly. The motor which rotated it made a loud, racking noise.
“Terrible!” Ned complained. “Sounds as if it’s going to fall apart!”
“It’s pokey, too,” Nancy admitted. “Oh, well, the torture won’t last long.”
Just then the Ferris wheel came to a grinding halt. The car in which Nancy and Ned were seated remained stationary at the very top. Minutes elapsed, but still the wheel did not start.
“What’s the matter with this thing?” Ned demanded, peering over the side.
Below, he could see two men working over the machinery. Persons in the lower cars close to the ground were being helped out.
“We’re stuck up here!” Ned exclaimed.
CHAPTER IX
Ferocious Dog
“THEY’LL fix it soon,” Nancy said. “In the meantime, let’s enjoy the view.”
“The sun’s hot and I’m thirsty.”
“We might ask one of the men to pass us up some cool drinks,” Nancy suggested.
“Now that’s a cool idea,” Ned said, grinning.
He called to the men below, asking them to send up both food and drink by means of long poles, which could be handed from car to car. Other trapped passengers took up the cry.
At first the request was looked upon as a joke, but as time wore on and the wheel did not move, Ned asked a second time. Others added their pleas, and finally they were answered.
After another hour had elapsed, Ned teased Nancy, “Still enjoying the view?”
“It’s getting monotonous,” she said, shifting into a more comfortable position. She glanced at her watch worriedly. “If I don’t get home soon, I’ll be late for Mrs. Alexandra’s dinner.”
Ned replied soberly, “Wish I could do something.”
“I asked Francis Baum to come to our house at six-thirty,” Nancy put in restlessly. “Katherine Kovna has been invited, too,” she added, and told Ned about the designer.
“I guess the
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