"What is happening to the poor lady inside?" asked Rhamon.
"Wait a moment and you will find out," said his uncle, who had seen the trick before.
Sure enough, the basket began to wriggle and roll from side to side. Then Mohammed's wife squeezed herself out through the top and stood there looking very hot but not the least bit hurt.
All the way home Rhamon thought about that trick, but he couldn't figure it out. With his own eyes he had seen the swords go through the basket, yet the man's wife was inside!
It had been a long and busy day for Rhamon and he was tired when he crawled into his little bed that night. His foot ached, and he thought how glad he would be if the good doctor was able to make it right, so he could walk and run without getting tired.
