The old rat, Graywhisker, seated himself, and the other rats came flocking out of their holes and placed themselves in a circle about him. Some of them brought their young families, as they couldn't trust them alone.
"I don't see any of our friends the mice," said Graywhisker, looking about with his sharp old eyes. "Some of you young fellows run over to Mrs. Silverskin, and tell her I want to see her at once; and be quick about it too."
Two young rats started off, and began to climb to the hay-mow, playing tag on the way.
"Here, none of your fooling!" called out the old rat sharply, as one of them gave a loud squeak.
This squeak awoke Major from his nap, and hearing voices his curiosity was aroused. "I guess I'll keep my ears open, and perhaps I shall hear something," he said to
