“The crow’s caws, of course,” returned Joanne. They both laughed and while Joanne held the bird, laid on its back, in a hollow between her knees, Hal deftly bandaged the broken leg. There were several expostulatory, throaty caws, and a few savage pecks at Joanne, but she managed to hold the patient firmly and the work was soon accomplished.
It was only just finished when Pete and Jimmy came up. “What in the name of common sense is keeping you two?” they asked.
“First Aid,” returned Hal. “We have a patient.”
“Let’s see.”
Joanne held up the crow.
“Well, I vow!” exclaimed Pete. “What you going to do with him?”
“Take him home.”
“What do you want with an old crow?” asked Jimmy.
“I’ll make a pet of him, and he can be our mascot. I wish I had a basket or something to put him in.”
“What’s the matter with the basket we have the Scraggses presents in?” said Hal. “We’ve got to stop there and deliver them and needn’t leave the basket.”