It's a poor rule that doesn't work for one side as well as the other." "It would all look like play," said Ned, "if we didn't know that it was so much in earnest.

Just as you said, Obed, they're stopping to drink at the pond." A shadow seemed to pass between himself and the blazing glare of the sun.

He looked up.

It was a shadow thrown by a great bird, with black wings, flying low.

Others of the same kind circled higher.