However, George managed to get hold of one of the young hawks, and he started to come down the tree once more. It was not so easy to climb down this time, and he had many scratches and bruises before he reached the ground again.
"Look!" said George; "this is a young hawk." And he held it out for Frank to see.
It was very pretty but very angry, and it had given George some hard pecks, so that his fingers were bleeding.
Well, George and Frank took the young hawk home and put it into a cage.
Now, I think these two boys were very cruel to rob the nest; but if you read the rest of this story you will see what happened.
The next day Frank said to George, "I wish I had another hawk to take home to my brother Fred. He would be so pleased."
So, sad to say, George climbed the tree again, and took out of the nest another bird, and they put it into the cage beside its mate.
The next week Frank went back to town, for he had spent a long holiday, and it was now time to go back to school.
What must have been the feelings of the poor hawks when they found themselves shut up in a cage and taken away in the train to a smoky town?