Then, after a minute, "This little codger lives in a swing," he shouted; "I should think she'd get dizzy.

No accounting for tastes, hey?
Whoa--boy! There's where I nearly took a double-header.

If I should fall now, I wouldn't have so far to go." "You won't fall," said Tom with a note of admiring confidence in his brief remark.
"Better knock wood," came the cheery answer from above.
And presently his trim, agile form stood upon the lowest stalwart limb, as he balanced himself with one hand against the trunk.

His khaki jacket was in shreds, a great rent was in his sleeve, and a tear in one of his stockings showed a long bloody scratch beneath.

In his free hand he held the piece of branch with its depending nest, extending his arm out so as to keep the rescued trophy safe from any harm of contact.
"Some rags, hey ?" he called down good-humoredly, and exposing his figure in grotesque attitude for sober Tom's amusement.