'Stop' cried Mr Fotheringay to the advancing water. 'Oh, for goodness' sake, stop!
' Just a moment,' said Mr Fotheringay to the lightnings and thunder. 'Stop jest a moment while I collect my thoughts. . . . And now what shall I do?' he said. 'What shall I do? Lord! I wish Maydig was about.
'I know,' said Mr Fotheringay. 'And for goodness' sake let's have it right this time.'
He remained on all fours, leaning against the wind, very intent to have everything right.
'Ah!' he said. 'Let nothing what I'm going to order happen until I say "Off!" . . . Lord! I wish I'd thought of that before!'
He lifted his little voice against the whirlwind, shouting louder and louder in the vain desire to hear himself speak. 'Now then!—here goes! Mind about that what I said just now. In the first place, when all I've got to say is done, let me lose my miraculous power, let my will become just like anybody else's will, and all these dangerous miracles be stopped. I don't like them. I'd rather I didn't work 'em. Ever so much. That's the first thing. And the second is—let me be back just before the miracles begin; let everything be just as it was before that blessed lamp turned up. It's a big job, but it's the last. Have you got it? No more miracles, everything as it was—me back in the Long Dragon just before I drank my half-pint. That's it! Yes.'
He dug his lingers into the mould, closed his eyes, and said 'Off!'
Everything became perfectly still. He perceived that he was standing erect.
'So you say,' said a voice.
He opened his eyes. He was in the bar., of the Long Dragon, arguing about miracles with Toddy Beamish. He had a vague sense of some great thing forgotten
