“I think I have never seen your friend before. He is the largest red-bird I ever saw. He reminds me of someone, though I cannot think who. You are not of Timbertangle?” he questioned Kaw.
“No,” answered the old crow in a low voice. “I am from the other side of the divide.”
“The voice too,” mused Chu-ta-win.
“Redskin has been hoarse for days,” spoke Cho-gay hastily. “He does not sound at all like himself. Shall I get on your back?” he asked, hoping to draw attention away from Kaw.
“Yes, we had better go,” said the eagle. “The wind is just right now.”
CHAPTER 4
IN THE UP-ABOVE COUNTRY
CHO-GAY climbed as quickly as possible to the broad back of the eagle and made himself comfortable between the great wings. He had to lie forward on his stomach, with his arms around the eagle’s neck, as the smooth feathers, though warm, were very slick and he had no wish to slide off.
It was a queer sensation to feel the earth drop away from beneath him, as they rose swiftly into the air from the rock shelf of his cave, and the rocks and trees seemed to sink down to the ground. Cho-gay could hardly realize that it was he who was rising above the earth, he seemed to stay still and everything else to move.