Prometheus had thrown himself on the ground, curled up like a child. He was sobbing.
Glancing toward the sky Demo realized why!
Now the eagle flew!
Closer and closer, its wings spread wide, it zoomed downward.
Its prey lay still, paralyzed by fear, waiting its strike.
Demo notched his arrow, loosed it against the huge bird.
The arrow struck home!
With an angry squawk the bird turned from its prey to its attacker. Demo fell as it swooped near, rolled over!
Too late!
It had his leg, was pulling him aloft!
Prometheus, an expression of fear on his face, yet reached out, seized the wing of his enemy. He pulled the eagle to the ground.