A quarter of a mile away Miki had heard the clamour of the crows.

But he was in no humour to turn back, even had he guessed that Neewa was in need of his help.

He was hungry from long fasting and, for the present, his disposition had taken a decided turn.

He was in a mood to tackle anything in the eating line, no matter how big, but he was a good mile from the dip in the side of the ridge before he found even a crawfish.
He crunched this down, shell and all.

It helped to take the bad taste out of his mouth.
The day was destined to hold for him still another unforgettable event in his life.