"Mellican boy wide on this--now, velly caleful," said he.

"But how can I ride on such a small iron?" asked Marmaduke.

"Watchee and see,
Allee samee as me."

And at once all the three little Chinamen mounted the irons and curled
their tiny slippered feet under them. And Marmaduke curled up on his
iron just as they did.

"Allee weady!" shouted Ping Pong, and all-of-a-sudden they started
scooting down that curving brown hole, round and round, down through
the deep earth. Wienerwurst had no iron to slide on, but he did pretty
well on his haunches, and how swiftly the brown sides of the earth
slipped by them! How fast the air whistled past!

After a fine ride they saw ahead of them a great red light. It looked
like the sky that time when Apgar's barn was on fire.

They stopped with a bump and a bang. Marmaduke waited until he had
caught his breath, then he looked around. They had stopped on a
gallery, or sort of immense shelf, that extended around a tremendous
pit or hole in the earth. In the centre of it stood a big giant,
shovelling coal in a furnace. The furnace was as high as the Woolworth
Building in New York City, which Marmaduke had seen on picture
post-cards. And the Giant was as big as the furnace himself.

He had a beard, and eyes as large and round as the wheels of a wagon;