“Why, why——­” stammered the bewildered Angel.

Freckles hurried into the breach.

“You must be for blaming it every bit on me.  I was thinking we got Little Chicken’s picture real good.  I was so drunk with the joy of it I lost all me senses and, ‘Let’s run tell the Bird Woman,’ says I. Like a fool I was for running, and I sort of dragged the Angel along.”

“Oh Freckles!” expostulated the Angel.  “Are you loony?  Of course, it was all my fault!  I’ve been with her hundreds of times.  I knew perfectly well that I wasn’t to let anything—­not anything—­scare her bird away!  I was so crazy I forgot.  The blame is all mine, and she’ll never forgive me.”

“She will, too!” cried Freckles.  “Wasn’t you for telling me that very first day that when people scared her birds away she just killed them!  It’s all me foolishness, and I’ll never forgive meself!”

The Bird Woman plunged into the swale at the mouth of Sleepy Snake Creek, and came wading toward them, with a couple of cameras and dripping tripods.

“If you will permit me a word, my infants,” she said, “I will explain to you that I have had three shots at that fellow.”

The Angel heaved a deep sigh of relief, and Freckles’ face cleared a little.

“Two of them,” continued the Bird Woman, “in the rushes—­one facing, crest lowered; one light on back, crest flared; and the last on wing, when you came up.  I simply had been praying for something to make him arise from that side, so that he would fly toward the camera, for he had waded around until in my position I couldn’t do it myself.  See?  Behold in yourselves the answer to the prayers of the long-suffering!”

Freckles took a step toward her.

“Are you really meaning that?” he asked wonderingly.  “Only think, Angel, we did the right thing!  She won’t lose her picture through the carelessness of us, when she’s waited and soaked nearly two hours.  She’s not angry with us!”

“Never was in a sweeter temper in my life,” said the Bird Woman, busily cleaning and packing the cameras.

Freckles removed his hat and solemnly held out his hand.  With equal solemnity the Angel grasped it.  The Bird Woman laughed alone, for to them the situation had been too serious to develop any of the elements of fun.

Then they loaded the carriage, and the Bird Woman and the Angel started for their homes.  It had been a difficult time for all of them, so they were very tired, but they were joyful.  Freckles was so happy it seemed to him that life could hold little more.  As the Bird Woman was ready to drive away he laid his hand on the lines and looked into her face.

“Do you suppose we got it?” he asked, so eagerly that she would have given much to be able to say yes with conviction.