"Fine!" shrieked His Royal Highness, and braced himself for
another dip into the gulf.

Above the roaring of the wind in their ears, neither child had
heard the flying feet of a dozen horses coming down the allee.
They never knew that a hatless young lieutenant, white-lipped
with fear, had checked his horse to its haunches at the
ticket-booth, and demanded to know who was in the Land of Desire.

"Only the son of the manager, and a boy friend of his," replied
Billy Grimm, in what he called the lingo of the country. "What's
wrong? Lost anybody?"

But Hedwig's lieutenant had wheeled his horse without a word,
and, jumping him aver the hedge of the allee, was off in a
despairing search of the outskirts of the park, followed by his
cavalrymen.

As the last horse leaped the hedge and disappeared, the car came
to a stop at the platform. Quivering, Prince Ferdinand William
Otto reached down for the despised hat.

"Would you like to go around again?" asked Bobby, quite casually.

His Highness gasped with joy. "If - if you would be so kind!" he
said.

And at the lordly wave of Bobby's hand, the car moved on.