To have killed little Skinny's hope and dispelled his almost insane joy would have made Hervey Willetts feel just like that eagle which had aroused his wrath and reckless courage.

"Not for mine," he muttered to himself.
"Slady was right when he said he wasn't so stuck on eagles.

He's a queer kind of a duck, Slady is; a kind of a mind reader.

You never know just what he means or what he's thinking about.

I can't make that fellow out at all....