“Eyes in my head and ears in my head,
I’ve heard before all you have said.”
The eagle grew red in the face and answered haughtily, “I was speaking for your entertainment and not to be insulted.”
Cho-gay answered hastily—he saw that it would be useless to explain that he had not spoken—“I did not mean anything, Chu-ta-win. What I have heard before was not nearly so interesting as what you have told me.”
“Well,” answered the eagle, somewhat satisfied with this, “suppose we walk around a bit and see things. You say you are in search of a charm?” He was looking at Kaw as he spoke, his eye traveling from the tip of the glaring white bill to the last red tail feather, and his searching glance annoyed Kaw exceedingly, especially when, after a moment’s puzzled thought, Chu-ta-win threw back his head and laughed until the tears dropped from his eyes.
“Now I have it!” he cried. “It is Kaw you remind me of. Except for the color you could be his brother.
“Haw—haw—” continued the eagle, “haw—haw—haw—! Did I ever tell you, Cho-gay, why it is that Kaw never speaks to me any more? Avoids me, in fact?”
“No,” said Cho-gay, with an uneasy glance at the crow. “Suppose we go on now.”
“Oh, it is too good to keep,” insisted the eagle. “It is the only time I ever heard of the laugh being turned on Kaw.”
“Kaw is a friend of mine,” said Cho-gay, “and a friend of Redskin’s too.”