âRude,â he said to Anton, âbut itâs a fair point.â
Anton ignored his brother. âBut, sir . . .â
âItâs maâam,â said the mouse.
â. . . of course,â stammered Anton. âMaâam, if youâd just tell us about the trains weâd be out of your way.â
But there came only silence from the beam.
Cecil gave an elaborate sigh. âThis is what Iâm talking about, Anton. Is Hieronymus the only polite mouse left in the world?â
A scuffle came from the crack. âHieronymus?â cried the mouse. âNow hold on a second, you know Hieronymus?â
âWe do,â said Anton. âHeâs our friend, and he called for us to come and help him.â
âWell, why didnât you say so?â she asked.
âWould it have made a difference?â asked Cecil dryly.
âOf course it would have,â replied the mouse, edging a bit farther out of the beam. âHe saved the lives of two of my children in a real gutsy standoff with a hawk. It was a sight to see. He just
talked
that hawk into sparing those pups, sure as shootinâ.â She paused, passing her tail across her eyes and sniffing. âIâll never be able to repay him.â
âWell, how about you repay
us,
with information,â suggested Cecil, âand then weâll repay
him
for you by rescuing him.â
The mouse nodded and raised her sliver of a paw to point down the empty track. âYouâre on the right path. He went that way last time I saw him. Said he was going to find a second cousin, I believe.â
âYes,â said Anton, âbut no trains go that way. How did he
go
?â
âWe call âem âcloud riders,â â the mouse said. âThey come in from that direction and leave again. Thatâs how he went.â
âGreat!â exclaimed Cecil. âWhen?â
âMaybe today, maybe tomorrow, you never can say. Have patience.â The mouse retreated, then poked her head out once more. âA little advice, though. Stay out of sight. The humans donât care for the likes of any of us on the cloud riders. They even put dogs in cages.â
Anton nodded. âGot it.â
âBest of luck to you. And be careful. I hear tales from the mice who come from that land, stories of dark and fearsome creatures who live in the mountains.â The mouseâs whiskers twitched. âCreatures big enough to eat a cat, so they say.â
âHmmm,â said Cecil, rubbing one ear with a paw. âDo they
want
to eat a cat?â
But the mouse had disappeared. The two cats curled their front paws underneath their chests and arranged their tails alongside their bodies for warmth. As the sun began to set, Cecil gave a tremendous yawn. He forced himself to stay awake a little longer so he and Anton could watch the rails, waiting for a train to ride in on a cloud.
As the afternoon wore on, Anton napped despite his intention to remain alert. He dreamed that he was curled comfortably on his old quilt in the lighthouse back home, when his mother Sonya rushed in, her eyes wide and frightened. She told him there was a creature outside on the path, a great beast the color of smoke with red eyes and rows of sharp teeth.
This is the one that eats cats,
Anton informed his mother in the dream, a terror creeping over him. He and Sonya listened to the creature breathingâa deep, rolling rumble moving steadily closer. They trembled in a corner as the beast screamed, high and shrill, until Anton thought his ears would split. He felt Sonya nudge him repeatedly, until finally he woke up and realized that it was Cecil prodding him, and the scream was the whistle of a long train pulling in to the yard, arriving imperiously in a cloud of steam.
âThis is it,â called Cecil over the noise. And he was rightâthe train had come from the direction of the setting sun.
âBut wait,â said