It had come apart.

All of a sudden it was two bats instead of one.

He couldn't understand it at all.

And neither could the children.

And while they stood staring--the black-and-white dog with his tongue hanging out and his tail forgetting to wag, and the children with their eyes quite round--Little Silk Wing fluttered up into the air, flew hesitatingly this way and that for a moment till he felt sure of himself, and then darted off to the shelter of those woods where he had so often accompanied his mother on her hunting." The Child heaved a sigh of relief.