There it sat--the giant bird that had seemed ready to swoop and rise.

But now its back was turned toward him, and it did not look quite so fearsome.

He circled and plunged awhile, and even made shift to pitch a little, tired as he was.
But man's mastery prevailed, just as it had always done, and Sandy found himself edging closer and closer to the thing.

The horse of Tomaso's brother, standing quiet in the very shade of a great wing, reassured him further, so that presently he stood subdued but wall-eyed still, where Johnny could dismount and hand the reins to the brother of Tomaso while he examined the prize.
His manner was impressive, and the brother of Tomaso stopped grinning to himself and began to look somewhat worried.

He watched Johnny's face--and I assure you that Johnny's face would have been worth any one's watching.
A cigarette slanted from the corner of his boyish lips, and the eye on that side was squinted to keep out the smoke; which was merely an impressive bit of byplay, because there was no smoke.