He did not know its name, but it was a brave bird, a gay bird.

Now and then it ceased its hopping back and forth, raised its head and sent forth a deep, sweet, thrilling note, amazing in volume to come from so small a body.

Had he dared to make a sound Robert would have whistled a bar or two in reply.

The bird was a friend to one alone and in need, and its dauntless melody made his own heart beat higher.

If a creature so tiny was not afraid in the wilderness why should he be! He had learned to take sharp notice of everything.