yelled afresh. The terror was so very close.

Then Blackie remembered another excavation, just like the one his nest
was in, a little off his course to the left, and he tacked towards it,
twisting his course wonderfully, thanks to the long tail. And the owl
lost a foot on the turn. I think it was expecting Blackie to make for
the hedge at all costs. But, be that as it may, that foot was never
made up again, for Blackie vanished into the trench next instant, like
a blown-out light, and, though the hunter searched for him carefully,
he never put in an appearance again while that owl was within sight of
the place.

[Illustration: "The owl lost a foot on the turn"]

All signs of uproar on the passing of the little owl had died down some
time before Blackie turned up again, and then it was in the garden, so
he must have got from the tunnel unseen.

He still hung gamely to the food for his young, and now made another
attempt to deliver that food where it belonged. He was half-way there,
indeed, before he saw the boys--three boys--with two rows of birds'
eggs threaded on strings. They were passing so close to the trench
that one nearly fell into it, and, of course, any one could see that
they were bird-nesting.

Blackie swerved off sharply to the far hedge, his heart nearly bursting
with anxiety, little knowing that the boys had never even thought of
looking in the trench for nests. It seemed the last place in the world
to find one. It may have been, moreover, that he feared that his wife
was home, in which case she might have lost her head, and, dashing out