and colorful chickens scattered ahead of the train as it barreled across the land. Humans often stopped their work and watched its progress from one horizon to the other, sometimes raising a hand in greeting. Anton wondered if they made an odd picture: two cats, one black and one gray, sitting side by side in a boxcar doorway, gazing out at the world as the train rolled steadfastly by.
It was cooler in the breeze at the doorway, though not much. Between naps, Anton sat with his tail curled around his front paws and pondered the brown and green fields, mile after mile. It had only been three days of traveling, and though the carriage could be sweltering at times, the duck-billed hat man brought them water and food whenever the train stopped, so at least they werenât starving. Even so, Anton felt uneasy. He was beginning to doubt the reliability of the mouse network.
âYou know what we will never see out here?â
Cecil shook his head. âA nice crab dinner?â
âA whale,â said Anton. âThere will never be a whale out here, because as far as I can see,â he gestured with a paw, âthere is no ocean.â
âThatâs okay. You canât really eat a whale, anyway.â
Anton sighed. âBut we need one if weâre going to figure out âbetween the whale and the coyoteâ to find Hieronymus.â
âOh. Right. Donât worry about that, weâll find him.â Cecil stuck his head all the way out so his fur rippled in the breeze.
âYouâre going to fall,â Anton warned, carefully leaning away from the open door. âYouâll hit your head on something out there.â
âIt feels good!â called Cecil, his voice warbling in the draft. He turned to face forward, his eyes squeezed almost shut. âHey, I see something.â
âWhat is it? Wait, let me guess. You see an endless field of waving grass.â
âNo. Well, yes, thereâs that. But also thereâsââ Cecilâs voice was carried off by the wind.
âWhat?â yelled Anton.
Cecil pulled his head back inside the carriage. âThereâs a town up ahead, looks like a fairly big one. I bet we stop there.â
The brothers stepped over to the heap of straw in the far corner and burrowed behind it. A stop usually meant men coming on board to load and unload cargo. Sometimes the men were friendly and sometimes they were not, so it was better to hide. The train slowed and finally pulled to a halt with a last great sigh of steam. From outside the carriage came the sounds of a lively townâshouts, barks, bells, rolling cart wheels, even a thread of music, perhaps from a nearby saloon. Mixed in with the scents of metal and smoke from the train were the strong smells of horses, dirt-packed roads, and food cooking.
Cecil squirmed in the straw. âI hope the man brings us one of those things with the meats and cheeses smashed inside the bread,â he murmured. âI like those.â
âShh,â whispered Anton. âSomeoneâs coming.â
The duck-billed man climbed through the doorway and spoke.
âFellas?â he called softly. âThis is as far as we go.â
Anton and Cecil poked their heads out of the straw and looked at the man expectantly. He gestured with his thumb, holding it sideways in the air and waving it.
âWhatâs he saying?â asked Cecil.
âDonât know,â said Anton. âSomething about his paw.â
The man took a few steps toward them, and the cats saw with disappointment that heâd brought them no food this time.
âCome on, now,â said the man gently. âEnd of the line.â He raised and lowered both arms in a sweeping motion toward the open door. The catsâ eyes followed the flapping arms.
âMaybe heâs telling us about something outside,â Cecil suggested.
âLike a bird?â
âLike one of those
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