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"Lay off it," I warned him. "You'll wreck this world of ours and then what will happen to that precious world of yours…"
But the Devil wasn't listening to me. He was looking over my shoulder and down the street and there was a fu
I swung around to look.
Less than half a block away and bearing down upon us with great rapidity was Don Quixote astride the ru
The Devil reached out a hand for me, but I knocked his arm away and made a grab at him. I clutched him about the middle and as I did so I kicked my foot backward, forcing it between two iron palings of the fence. I didn't really think what I was doing; I didn't plan it, and I'm not sure I knew at the time exactly why I did it. But apparently there was some subconscious thought inside of me that informed me that it just possibly might work. If I could divert the Devil from taking off to some other place for no longer than a second, Don Quixote would be down upon him and, if his aim were true, he'd have the Devil spitted on his lance. And there was also something about being securely anchored if I were to do it and another something about the effect of iron upon the Devil, and that, I. suppose, was the reason I struck my foot between the palings.
The Devil was squirming to get away, but I hung onto him, with my arms locked about his middle. His hide stank and my face, where I had it pressed against his chest, was wet with his greasy sweat. He was struggling and cursing horribly and beating at me with his fists, but out of the corner of one eye I saw the lance point flashing in toward us. The beat of clopping hooves came closer and then the lance point struck with a squashy sound and the Devil fell away. I let go of him and fell upon the sidewalk, with my foot still between the palings.
I twisted around and Saw that the lance had caught the Devil in the shoulder and had him pi
Don Quixote raised a hand and tried to flip his visor up. It stuck. He wrenched at it so hard that he jerked the entire helmet off his head. It flew from his fingers and clanked upon the sidewalk.
"Varlet," Don Quixote cried, "I call on you to yield and to give your bounden pledge you will henceforth desist from any further interference in the world of man."
"To hell and damnation with you," the Devil raged. "I will yield to no busybody of a do-gooder that spends his time sniffing out crusades. And of all of them, there is none worse than you, Quixote. You can sense a good deed a million light years off and you are off hell-bent to do it.
And I'll have none of it. You understand that, I'll have none of it!"
Sancho Panza had leaped off the donkey and was ru
"Water!" Sancho Panza cried in glee. "Blessed by the good St. Patrick and most potent stuff."
He let the Devil have another dipper of it. The Devil writhed and screamed.
"Pledge!" Don Quixote shouted.
"I yield," the Devil yelled. "I yield and pledge."
"And further pledged," said Don Quixote grimly, "that all mischief you here have caused will end—and that immediately."
"I will not," the Devil screamed. "Not all my work undone!"
Sancho Panza flung the dipper on the sidewalk and clutched the pail in both his bands, poised to hurl its entire contents on the Devil.
"Hold!" the Devil shouted. "Avast that cursed water! I do entirely yield and pledge everything you ask."
"Then," Don Quixote said, with a certain courtliness, "our mission here is done."
I didn't see them go. There wasn't even a flicker of their going. They just suddenly were gone. There was no Devil, no Don Quixote, no Sancho Panza and no unicorn. But Kathy was ru
She went down on her knees beside me. "We're home again!" she cried. "Horton, we are home!"
She leaned down to kiss me and across the street the crowd cheered loudly and ribaldly at the kiss. "My foot is stuck," I said.
"Well, pull it loose," she told me, smiling through tears of happiness.
I tried to pull it loose and couldn't. It hurt when I pulled on it. She got up and went to the fence and tried to work it free, but it still stayed stuck.
"I think the ankle's swelling," she said and sat down upon the sidewalk, laughing. "The two of us," she cried. "We have something with our ankles. First mine, now yours."
"Your ankle is all right," I said.
"They had magic at the castle," she told me. "A most wonderful old magician with a long white beard and a fu
"I saw the unicorn," I said.
"Horton, who are those men coming down across the lawn?"
I had been so busy looking at her and so glad that she was back, that I'd not been looking at the lawn. When I did look, I saw them. The President was in the lead, ru
The President reached the fence and stopped. He regarded me with something less than friendliness.
"Horton," he demanded, "what the hell is going on out here?"
"My foot is caught," I said.
"To hell with your foot," he said. "That isn't what I mean. I swear I saw a knight and a unicorn."
The others were crowding close up against the fence.
A guard shouted from up by the gate. "Hey! Everybody look! There's a car coming down the street!"
Sure enough, there was.
"But what about his foot?" Kathy asked, indignantly. "We can't get it loose and his ankle's swelling. I'm afraid it's sprained."
"Someone had better get a doctor," said the Secretary of State. "If the cars are ru
"I'm all right," I said.
"And get someone down here with a hacksaw," said the
President. "For the love of God, we got to saw his foot loose."
So I stayed there on the sidewalk and Kathy sat beside me, waiting for the doctor and the hacksaw man.
Disregarding the crowd inside the fence, some of the White House squirrels came sneaking out on the sidewalk to see what was going on. They sat up most daintily, with their forepaws crossed upon their chest, begging for a handout.