brought them back to Hawk-Eye. Hawk-Eye had another bunch which he had cut. On the bluff overlooking the valley there was a great oak tree with giant branches spreading in every direction.
“We’ll sleep here,” said Hawk-Eye. “Nothing can harm us unless a wildcat or some such climbing creature should visit us, and I think I could make him wish he
hadn’t come. I shall have my spear beside me and shall sleep on the lower limbs.”
“Shall we roost like the birds?” asked Firefly anxiously.
Limberleg laughed, and took a leap into the air, and caught one of the branches. She swung herself into the tree and ran along the branch to the great thick trunk.
“Hand up the vines,” she called down, “and I will show you how we will roost.” Hawk-Eye tossed them up to her. She
climbed higher in the tree and found a place where two limbs came together like those shown in the picture: She wove the vines back and forth over the two branches until she had made a rough net-work like a very coarse hammock.