And when Kernel Cob attempted to pull himself from under the Eagle he found he couldn't do it without pulling off his legs, and he was too sensible to think he could get far without them.
By this time the hunter who had shot the Eagle came running up, followed by another.
"It was a mighty foolish thing to do, John. I'll bet you've killed the children," said the second one.
And they came and lifted the Eagle.
"I thought so," said the same voice. "Both of 'em dead."
But the hunter, called John, had stooped and picked up Kernel Cob, and was examining him with a curious smile.
"Why, Margaret," he said, "they're dolls."
And you should have seen Kernel Cob's face as he turned to Sweetclover and said:
"I don't see any woman, do you?"
But Sweetclover only smiled.