Ever the crows in dread curiosity beat the air and croaked in apprehension.
Ever the boy, with his blue-jay feathers upright, clung to the saddle and lifted his white face so plainly marked, with an attempt at bravado.
As the ford came in sight and the trampled clearing at its edge showed an open space of ground they knew that the crisis was near.
EACH SAVAGE GIBED AT THE BOY'S PAINTED TALISMAN, BUT EACH OBEYED ITS MESSAGE
What was that sound? Shrill and weird, cutting their ears, they caught the note of the pig's-bladder "shrieker"—Doby's whistle!