The balm dropped down like a messenger of healing.
Presently the boy's eyes opened and gazed steadily into the blue air.
The eagles were wheeling about the trees.

The boy watched them, as though nothing had passed.

They were making narrowing circles, and at last each alighted on the new nest beside their young.
He turned his face slowly toward his father.
"Saved!" he said.

"They are happy.

I fell.