“I have tried to find out what plans Scutari has beyond, but it’s useless, for he’s as close mouthed as an oyster. In secret, I am to woo and, when the time comes, marry. Beyond that all is a blank. At times I have wondered if the Turk didn’t plan to return a Roland for an Oliver--that as Samson had stolen his purchased bride years ago, he will now make it square by securing his daughter. That, I have been content to leave for the future. You see, such good fortune is a rarity with me, and I was just content to drift along, taking life easy, pretending to fall in with the plans of the pasha, who doubtless believes me a rogue, while at the same time I was scheming how to turn the game against him at the last. Thus time has flown, the Turk did not plan in vain, and let me tell you, Aleck Craig, I am on this monster wheel to-night to carry out the wildest scheme mortal brain ever conceived, as I said before, with the sole purpose in view of apparently saving the millionaire’s daughter from a terrible danger.” “The deuce you are!” says the Canadian, looking around him in wonder, for it is beyond his comprehension how such a Quixotic knight may serve his lady love under such conditions. “Now listen. We are almost down. The car ahead of us will be emptied. If arrangements that have been carefully made are carried out, it will receive a party in waiting. These are to be all women with one exception. This is a man with long hair and glasses--a professor in appearance and quite respectable, whose wife urges him to make the trip, and almost drags him into the car which is at once closed and the door barred. “As soon as it begins to ascend he will jump up and try to force his way out. His excitement increases as he goes up until he is like a crazy man. Of course the women are alarmed, and when the wretched wife shouts that the professor, whose mind is always affected even when ascending an ordinary elevator, has gone crazy and will murder them all, you just bet there’ll be the biggest screaming match the Midway ever heard--old Cairo with its camels won’t be in it. “Now is my turn, you see. The door of my car is unfastened. I hear the cries for help in the car above as we ascend. What Chicagoan ever heard and did not answer a woman’s appeal. There is deadly danger in it, but I’ve worked on this wheel and ought to know something about it. “As it stops a minute to take on a fresh load below, I slip out, seize hold of the girders, and climb up to the car above. It seems impossible to do this, and yet I assure you the thing is feasible. All it needs is a strong pair of arms, a quick eye, and a bold heart; and, confound it, I’m afraid I’m lacking in the last! What d’ye think of the scheme, my boy?” Craig laughs outright. “Why, it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard in many a day. I feel it my duty to stop it if possible. The door is open; I shall call out to the man below.”