So this night Will held his breath waiting for some tune to call him forth.
What kind of tune would Jim play to represent the carnival, Miss Foley, Mr. Cooger, and/or the evil nephew?
Ten-fifteen. Ten-thirty.
No music.
Will did not like Jim sitting in his room thinking what? Of the Mirror Maze? What had he seen there? And, seeing, what did he plan?
Will stirred, restively.
Especially he did not like to think of Jim with no father between him and the tent shows and all that lay dark in the meadows. And a mother who wanted him around so very much, he just had to get away, get out, breathe free night air, know free night waters running toward bigger freer seas.
Jim! he thought. Let's have the music!
And at ten-thirty-five, it came.
He heard, or thought he heard, Jim out in the starlight leaping way up and coming flat down like a spring tomcat on the vast xylophone. And the tune! Was or wasn't it like the funeral dirge played backwards by the old carousel calliope?!!
Will started to raise his window to be sure. But suddenly, Jim's window slid quietly up.
He hadn't been down on the boards! It was just Will's wild wish that made the tune! Will started to whisper, but stopped.
For Jim, without a word, scuttled down the drainpipe.
Jim! Will thought.
Jim, on the lawn, stiffened as if hearing his name.
You're not going without me, Jim?
Jim glanced swiftly up.
If he saw Will, he made no sign.
Jim, Will thought, we're still pals, smell things nobody else smells, hear things no one else hears, got the same blood, run the same way. Now, this first time ever, you're sneaking out! Ditching me!
But the driveway was empty.
A salamander flicking the hedge, there went Jim.
Will was out the window, down the trellis, and over the hedge, before he thought: I'm alone. If I lose Jim, it's the first ever I'll be out alone at night, too. And where am I going? Wherever Jim goes.
Lord, let me keep up!
Jim skimmed like a dark owl after a mouse. Will loped like a weaponless hunter after the owl. They sailed their shadows over October lawns.
And when they stopped ...
There was Miss Foley's house.
Chapter 22
JIM GLANCED back.
Will became a bush behind a bush, a shadow among shadows, with two starlight rounds of glass, his eyes, holding the image of Jim calling up in a whisper toward the second-floor windows.
"Hey there ... hey ..."