"You can hold pussy a little while," she said to him. Bunny was very glad to do this, and the little cat snuggled down on his legs, while he gently stroked the soft fur.
On and on rumbled the freight train, clicking and clacking over the rails, and making a roaring sound when it crossed a bridge. Suddenly, above the other creaking, jolting sounds another noise sounded. It was like a groan.
"What's that?" asked Sue, reaching over and grasping Bunny by the arm. She could see him plainly now, because the door was open a wider crack.
"What's what?" asked Bunny, who had been trying to make the pussy stand up on its hind legs.
"That noise," went on Sue. "Didn't you hear it?"
Both children listened, and above the noise made by the clacking wheels they did hear a groan! Or was it a grunt?
"Oh!" cried Sue, almost crawling into Bunny's lap. "What is it?"
"I don't know," the little boy answered, and he was beginning to feel as frightened as was Sue.
Again a noise, somewhere between a grunt and a groan, sounded through the car, and the children also heard a movement. Bunny glanced in the direction of it, and saw what at first he had taken to be a bundle of rags moving in one dark corner.
"Who's there?" boldly cried Bunny, holding Sue's hand.