_I'll have the charm That saves from harm; The charm I'll have And make her slave; It's on her neck, And I expect She'll die of fear When I come near. On her I'll grate As sure as fate._ This was certainly a disagreeable prospect, for Grater must prove very scratchy indeed. "I surely must keep away from him," Hortense reflected. She forgot her fear of Grater in a moment, however, for there was a noise as of claws on the attic floor, and the movement of a heavy body. "It's Alligator!" she said aloud. "Yes, it's me," Alligator answered. "Don't anybody try to stop me. I know that Cat's upon the roof, and I mean to have him. I'll swallow him whole." "The Cat is dancing with Grater," said Hortense, "and Grater is a terrible person. You daren't swallow him, for he's all hard and covered with sharp points." "I am myself," Alligator said. "I'll look him over, but it's the Cat I want. Warm and soft, he'll be." Alligator started up the ladder, and Hortense and the others pressed aside to let him pass. Softly he slid out of the window upon the roof and was half way down it before the Cat saw him. Jeremiah, with a howl, leaped to the top of the chimney, his back arched, his tail as large as a fox's brush. Grater, who was a nimble fellow for all that he looked so clumsy, after one glance at Alligator ran quickly around to the other side of the roof, and Alligator, with the slow, relentless movement of a traction engine, continued after Jeremiah. Jeremiah remembered his former unhappy experience, apparently, for with one despairing meow he disappeared down the chimney. They could hear him falling slowly, his claws scratching the bricks. As he fell, his cries grew fainter and fainter. As for Alligator, he stood with his short forelegs resting on the chimney top, the picture of disappointment. Hortense and the others were so absorbed in this interesting scene that they had quite forgotten Grater. His sudden appearance at the window so surprised them that all four slid down the ladder in a panic. "Quick, the trapdoor!" Hortense cried. "Let me fight him!" Malay Kris begged. "No, no, not here!" Hortense said and pushed him before her. Down the ladder they went as fast as they could, which wasn't very fast, for the iron rungs were slippery and Hortense had to feel for each one with her feet. Highboy was before her and once she stepped on his fingers. "Ouch!" Highboy cried, and stopped to put his fingers in his mouth. "Do hurry," Hortense begged, for she could hear Grater above her, already beginning to descend. But Highboy was distressingly slow. Grater came nearer and nearer. "Oh, dear!" Hortense said to herself, "he'll catch me in a moment and take my charm." Then she had an inspiration. Quickly unclasping the charm, she reached down to Highboy and said, "Swallow this, quick!" "Is it can----," Highboy began but could say no more, for she crammed it into his mouth.