to have another look in that

old nest of Redtail the Hawk. I just can't get it out of my head
that that was an egg, a great, big, white egg, that I saw there
yesterday. It won't do any harm to have another look, anyway."

Straight toward the tree in which was the great tumble-down nest of
Redtail the Hawk he flew, and as he drew near, he flew high, for
Blacky is too shrewd and smart to take any chances. Not that he
thought that there could be any danger there; but you never can
tell, and it is always the part of wisdom to be on the safe side. As
he passed over the top of the tree, he looked down eagerly. Just
imagine how he felt when instead of one, he saw two white things in
the old nest. -- two white things that looked for all the world like
eggs! The day before there had been but one; now there were
two. That settled it in Blacky's mind; they were eggs! They couldn't
be anything else.

Blacky kept right on flying. Somehow he didn't dare stop just
then. He was too much excited by what he had discovered to think
clearly. He had got to have time to get his wits together. Whoever
had laid those eggs was big and strong. He felt sure of that. It
must be some one a great deal bigger than himself, and he was of no
mind to get into trouble, even for a dinner of fresh eggs. He must
first find out whose they were;

then he would know better what to do. He felt sure that no one else
knew about them, and he knew that they couldn't run away. So he kept
right on flying until he reached a certain tall pine-tree where he
could sit and think without being disturbed.