The kid was running away, but he was taking his time about it, and he was enjoying every foot of
his flight. Sometimes when a curlew circled and gazed down curiously, with his yellow eyes
peering, first one and then the other, the kid would stop dead still in the trail and with his own eyes
turned upward to the bird, he would call "Kor-reck?" "Kor-reck?" in playful mimicry. Other times
he would pull from his breast pocket a mouth organ worn through to the brass in places wher ...