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With
one
accord
they
arose
to
their
knees
and
trained
their
eyes
on
the
mouth
of
the
log
.
The
light
was
full
and
strong
.
Little
Chicken
prospected
again
with
no
results
.
He
dressed
his
plumage
,
polished
his
beak
,
and
when
he
felt
fine
and
in
full
toilet
he
began
to
flirt
with
himself
.
Freckles
’
eyes
snapped
and
his
breath
sucked
between
his
clenched
teeth
.
“
He
’
s
going
to
do
it
!
”
whispered
the
Angel
.
“
That
will
come
next
.
You
’
ll
best
give
me
that
bulb
!
”
“
Yis
,
”
assented
Freckles
,
but
he
was
looking
at
the
log
and
he
made
no
move
to
relinquish
the
bulb
.
Little
Chicken
nodded
daintily
and
ruffled
his
feathers
.
He
gave
his
head
sundry
little
sidewise
jerks
and
rapidly
shifted
his
point
of
vision
.
Once
there
was
the
fleeting
little
ghost
of
a
smirk
.
“
Now
!
—
No
!
”
snapped
the
Angel
.
Freckles
leaned
toward
the
bird
.
Tensely
he
waited
.
Unconsciously
the
hand
of
the
Angel
clasped
his
.
He
scarcely
knew
it
was
there
.
Suddenly
Little
Chicken
sprang
straight
in
the
air
and
landed
with
a
thud
.
The
Angel
started
slightly
,
but
Freckles
was
immovable
.
Then
,
as
if
in
approval
of
his
last
performance
,
the
big
,
overgrown
baby
wheeled
until
he
was
more
than
three
-
quarters
,
almost
full
side
,
toward
the
camera
,
straightened
on
his
legs
,
squared
his
shoulders
,
stretched
his
neck
full
height
,
drew
in
his
chin
and
smirked
his
most
pronounced
smirk
,
directly
in
the
face
of
the
lens
.
Freckles
’
fingers
closed
on
the
bulb
convulsively
,
and
the
Angel
’
s
closed
on
his
at
the
instant
.
Then
she
heaved
a
great
sigh
of
relief
and
lifted
her
hands
to
push
back
the
damp
,
clustering
hair
from
her
face
.
“
How
soon
do
you
s
’
pose
it
will
be
finished
?
”
came
Freckles
’
strident
whisper
.
For
the
first
time
the
Angel
looked
at
him
.
He
was
on
his
knees
,
leaning
forward
,
his
eyes
directed
toward
the
bird
,
the
perspiration
running
in
little
streams
down
his
red
,
mosquito
-
bitten
face
.
His
hat
was
awry
,
his
bright
hair
rampant
,
his
breast
heaving
with
excitement
,
while
he
yet
gripped
the
bulb
with
every
ounce
of
strength
in
his
body
.
