CHAPTER IV
WHAT WAS IN THE NAME
Thrusting back the hair that had fallen over her eyes, Margot sprang up and stared at the floundering mass of legs, arms, and wings upon the wide lounge—a battle to the death, it seemed. Then she caught the assailant in her strong hands and flung him aside, while her laughter rang out in a way to make the stranger, also, stare, believing she had gone crazy with sudden fear.
But his terror had restored his strength most marvelously, for he too, leaped to his feet and retreated to the furthest corner of the room, whence he regarded the scene with dilated eyes.
“Why—why—it’s nobody, nothing but dear old Tom!”
“It’s an eagle! The first——”
“Of course, he’s an eagle. Aren’t you, dear? The most splendid bird in Maine, or maybe Canada. The wisest, the most loving, the—— Oh! You big blundering precious thing! Scaring people like that. You should be more civil, sir.”
“Is—is—he tame?”