The nests were several feet in diameter.
"What are they ?" questioned Dave.
"Eagles' nests," was the answer.

"There are two of the eagles now," and the cowboy pointed out the big birds, floating lazily around between two distant mountain tops.
"A fellow would have difficulty in getting to those nests," was Phil's comment.
"Eagles usually build where nobody can git at 'em," returned Todd.
"I shouldn't care to shoot an eagle," said Dave.

"Somehow, I'd feel a good deal as if I had shot at our flag." "I think I'd feel that way, too," answered the senator's son.
"The eagle and Old Glory seem to be linked together," added Phil.

"But I wouldn't mind catching a young eagle and taming him." "You'd have your hands full doing it," said Sid Todd.

"I know a cowboy who once caught an eagle, but the bird scratched him terribly and nearly took off one of his ears." On they went again, until, an hour later, they gained the top of the mountain.