And as he fell he turned around sidewise in the air so as to face the other branch into which he was falling.

This branch bent far down under the impact, and sometimes there was an ominous crackling; but it never broke, and out of the leaves was always to be seen the face of Broken-Tooth grinning triumphantly up at us.
I was "It" the last time Broken-Tooth tried this.

He had gained the end of the branch and begun his teetering, and I was creeping out after him, when suddenly there came a low warning cry from Lop-Ear.

I looked down and saw him in the main fork of the tree crouching close against the trunk.

Instinctively I crouched down upon the thick limb.