CHAPTER VIII.
EAGLE AND SCOUT Up, up, he went, now reaching like a monkey, now wriggling like a snake.
Now he loosed one hand to sweep back the hair which fell over his forehead.

Again, unable to release his hold, he threw his head back to shake away the annoying locks.

Tom Slade, stolid though he was, watched him, thrilled with amazement and admiration.
The great bird was embarrassed in the confines of the foliage by its big wings.

But the freedom and strength of its cruel beak and talons were unimpaired and every second brought it nearer to the hanging nest.
But every second brought also the scout nearer to the hanging nest.

Up, up he went, now straddling some bending limb, now swinging himself with lightning agility to one above.