George looked in front of him. He certainly seemed to be seated on something like a broomstick, and right in front of him sat the yellow cat, flashing its red eyes into the darkness like searchlights. Alexander was seated quite close to her, looking as pleased as Punch.
George looked behind him and heard the noise of an engine, throb, throb, and saw a black something turning, turning without stopping.
"I suppose that's the motor," he said.
"Guess again, George!" laughed the witch.
George looked and looked. "No, I can't guess," he confessed.
"Well—wait and see!" And the witch smiled. Her smile was just like—no, it wasn't.... Oh, it was very puzzling!
