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"Take it for granted he brought the and co theone across so far?" said Sancho

"How the devil do I know?" replied Don Quixote

"There it is," said Sancho, "what I told you, that you ood

count; well then, by God, there is an end of the story, for there is no

going any farther"

"How can that be?" said Don Quixote; "is it so essential to the story to

know to a nicety the goats that have crossed over, that if there be a

o on with it?"

"No, senor, not a bit," replied Sancho; "for when I asked your worship to

tell oats had crossed, and you answered you did not know, at

that very instant all I had to say passed away out of my memory, and,

faith, there was much virtue in it, and entertainment"

"So, then," said Don Quixote, "the story has come to an end?"

"As much as my mother has," said Sancho

"In truth," said Don Quixote, "thou hast told one of the rarest stories,

tales, or histories, that anyone in the world could have i it was never seen nor will be in a

lifeti else fro But I do not wonder, for perhaps those ceaseless strokes

may have confused thy wits"

"All that may be," replied Sancho, "but I know that as to my story, all