ead--Pig Head was chuckling. He had silently and softly removed
the clod of peat that blocked the aperture before mentioned. Running
through this aperture he had a cord whose other end was fastened to the
bait, and every time the great eagle wrenched and tore at the flesh, he
very, very gently pulled the bait towards him. He did not move when the
mighty bird had his head up, gulping, you will note; for even Pig Head
knew that an eagle nearly standing on his head and tugging, and not
feeling the difference between his own tugs and the tugs on a cord, is
not the same as an eagle with his head up and eyes stabbing everywhere at
once.

At last the victim had been drawn, upon the bait, within reach, and Pig
Head, slipping his hand through the opening, grabbed the thick, powerful
legs of the bird, and pulled. There was one mighty upheaval of vast
vans, and--no eagle! What happened down inside the hiding-place was more
or less private. There were sounds as if a young earthquake were getting
ready to be born in that place; but in the end the Chieftain's son had
his legs tied, and suffered the indignity of being ignominiously thrust
into a filthy sack. He said nothing during that argument, but his looks
were enough to kill anything with a thinner hide than Pig Head.

Immediately Pig Head got ready for the Chieftain. What's that? Yes, the
Chieftain is right. That great, haughty bird had not moved. You see,
eagles are not educated up to seeing their full-grown sons disappear into
the bowels of the earth without explanation or warning given. There is
nothing in their experience to meet the phenomenon. Consequently they
don't tumble, as a rule, and--well, listen for yourself.

In a short time--a short time for an eagle; not less than half-an-hour,
really--the Chieftain flapped heavily to the bait, and fed--beastily, if
the truth must be told.

He was bigger than his son, and heavier, and knew more about the world,
and Pig Head was longer in seeing a fair chance to make a grab at the
royal legs. At last, however, the chance came, and Pig Head grabbed.
The Chieftain naturally lost his balance, and before he knew what had
happened he was inside Pig Head's "booby-hutch."

The Chieftain, however, was not an ordinary bird, not even an ordinary
eagle. Moreover, he must have been a great age, older even than Pig
Head. Be that as it may, the Chieftain believed mightily in the wild
maxim which says, "They should take who h