“Never mind, Artie old boy,” Westy said soothingly. “I’ll run down and get the rope out of the canoe. Won’t take me a minute! You take a rest and try and enjoy the view while I am gone. Bet the lake looks like a regular amphitheater from there, doesn’t it?”
“You told it!” replied Artie. “Say though, it’s a shame you didn’t get the chance to come down and take a look at the amphitheater yourself. If you had told me of your curiosity, I’d have let you get the bird yourself. There’s not a selfish motive in my make-up!”
“I’ll say there isn’t,” Westy answered, glad of Artie’s good humor.
“Artie!”
“What?”
“I am pretty sure I think I hear the eagles coming back!”
“Don’t tell me that! You sure?”
“Yep.”
“What did you do with the bird?”
“I laid it back on a rock and wrapped my scarf around it until I can see what’s the trouble with it.”