But there was no storm that night,
And the Moon God brightly shone.
It was lost within his light,
He can tell you, he alone.”
The two nodded gratefully to the old man for his words.
“Come,” said Chu-ta-win, in a low voice, for the Rain-man was again looking toward the east for the sun’s signal, and had apparently forgotten that they were there. “Shall we go to the Moon God now? I doubt if we find him to-day. You see—what’s that!”
Cho-gay jumped suddenly, as Kaw lit on his shoulder and began to whisper in his ear:
“Now! We are going to do it! Listen—I’ll call Chaco over here, I know how. Then you and Chu-ta-win jump for the Thunder Drum and push it through the nearest water-hole. You see that big one, right there? That little water-creature cannot interfere. Then jump on Chu-ta-win’s back and drop through the hole—both of you. You’ll have to be quick and don’t look back. The Sun God will blind you with lightning if you do. Tell Chu-ta-win it is for the life of Timbertangle we work—now! Quick!”
And Cho-gay breathlessly repeated to Chu-ta-win the directions Kaw had given him. The eagle looked shocked and astonished, but before he could protest Kaw called out in a good imitation of Chu-ta-win’s own voice:
“Chaco, quick! The Sun God’s call!