Dan was the only one who could get near the little creature now.

So it was Dalzell who caught the pigeon and fed it its breakfast of corn meal mush when it was ready.
Soon after the pigeon took to flying more and more.

He seemed attracted towards the windows, flying straight at them three or four times.
"Your pigeon isn't showing good manners, Dan," teased Tom.

"He is showing as plainly as possible that he doesn't like this crowd." "Most likely it's Hen he objects to," murmured Dalzell, with a grin.
"But I'll tell you what I think Tit-bit wants.

He's warm, fed and feels as strong as ever.