Oh, don't I wish I had a stone!" The same memory had come to both, as they lay breathless and exhausted, of seeing this bird or one of its relatives rise from below the cliff edge one day as they approached; and, looking down, they saw upon a ledge, where it had fallen, a dead lamb, upon which the great ill-omened bird had been making a meal.
"Hurt ?" said Vince at last, as he sat up and examined his clothes for tears.
"Hurt! why, of course I am.

I gave my head such a whack against one of the stones .-- Are you ?" "No," said Vince, making an effort to laugh at the danger from which he had escaped.

"I say, though, your trousers are made of better cloth than mine." "Trousers!" said Mike sourly: "you've nearly torn the flesh off my bones.

You did get hold of a bit of skin with your teeth, only I flinched and got it away.

I say, though--" "Well?
What ?" said Vince; for the other stopped.