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When Mrs. Little came to Stuart’s room to say good night, he asked her:

“Is the bird quite safe downstairs?”

“Quite safe, my dear,” answered Mrs. Little.

“What about that cat Snowball?” asked Stuart.

“Snowball will not touch the bird,” his mother said. “Please go to sleep and forget all about it.”

Mrs. Little opened the window, turned out the light, said good night and went away.

Stuart closed his eyes and lay there in the dark, but he could not sleep. He thought about the bird downstairs. He thought about Snowball and his gleaming eyes. At last he turned on the light.

“I can’t trust that cat,” he whispered. “I can’t sleep when Margalo is in danger.”

Stuart climbed out of bed and put on his slippers. He took his bow and arrow and his flashlight and went out into the corridor. Everybody was asleep and the house was dark. Stuart went slowly downstairs and came into the dining-room noiselessly. He was still weak after his illness and felt dizzy.

“I must do it,” he said to himself.

Noiselessly he went across the room to the lamp which stood near the bookshelf and climbed it up. There, on the bookshelf, he saw Margalo who was asleep in the fern, with her head under her wing.

“Sleep, Margalo,” Stuart whispered. Then he hid behind a book and began to wait. At first he saw nothing and heard nothing. The clock struck ten, and just at that moment Stuart saw two gleaming yellow eyes under the sofa.

“So I was right,” thought Stuart. He took his bow and arrow.

The eyes came nearer. Stuart was frightened, but he was a brave mouse. He put the arrow against the cord of the bow and waited. Snowball came softly to the bookshelf and climbed noiselessly up into the chair quite close to it.

There he lay down, ready to spring. His tail waved back and forth. His eyes gleamed bright. Stuart decided that the time had come. He went down on his knees, bent his bow, took aim at Snowball’s left ear and shot the arrow.

Snowball screamed with pain, jumped down and ran off to the kitchen.

“A direct hit!” said Stuart. “It was good work.”

He was very tired when he climbed into his bed. He closed his eyes and fell asleep at once.

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