"What the mischief are the birds about?
As I live, they seem to be making an attack upon Fritz! Surely they don't suppose they have the strength to do any damage to our brave old dog ?" As Caspar spoke, the two falcons were seen suddenly to descend--from the elevation at which they had been soaring--and then sweep in quick short circles around the head of the Bavarian boar-hound--where he squatted on the ground, near a little copse, some twenty yards from the hut.
"Perhaps their nest is there--in the copse ?" suggested Karl; "That's why they are angry with the dog: for angry they certainly appear to be." So any one might have reasoned, from the behaviour of the birds, as they continued their attack upon the dog--now rising some feet above him, and then darting downward in a sort of parabolic curve--at each swoop drawing nearer and nearer, until the tips of their wings were almost flapped in his face.

These movements were not made in silence: for the falcons, as they flew, kept uttering their shrill cries--that sounded like the voice of a pair of angry vixens.
"Their young must be near ?" suggested Karl.
"No, sahib," said Ossaroo, "no nest--no chickee.

Fritz he hab suppa--de piece ob meat ob da ibex.

Churk wantee take de dog suppa away." "Oh! Fritz is eating something, is he ?" said Caspar.

"That explains it then.