“All right,” answered Cho-gay in the same low voice the eagle was using, “you speak to him then.”
Chu-ta-win looked at Cho-gay a little doubtfully.
“No, you speak first. It isn’t so hard, but I’ll probably have to do the real talking, as I’ve had more practice.”
There was a snicker from over their heads and Cho-gay saw a flash of red, as Kaw dropped to a near-by bush, evidently with the intention of over-hearing their conversation. The eagle was immediately uncomfortable and spoke to Cho-gay a trifle stiffly:
“Go on, why don’t you speak? Chaco is waiting.”
The old man had raised his head and was watching them as they drew near. He was silent, waiting for the first word to come from them. It did not come very easily. Cho-gay was not quite at ease and cleared his throat two or three times before he began, haltingly:
“We are from the earth below,
And we’ve come to see if you know
Where’s the charm of Wongo, the bear;
We can’t find it anywhere.