In a few days he let them out again, and watched them with a pale face.

They did not hesitate a minute, but flew straight away down the streetto the place they had been before, to the place where the people oftenmade pies of pigeons and were not ashamed to tell it!

Philip followed them silently, not having the heart to call.

"Say, Phil," the boy of the pigeon loft called--he was a stout boy whommade money out of everything--"I guess they ain't goin' to stay withyou. You might as well sell out to me. I'll give you twelve cents for thepair. I'm goin' to sell a bunch to the hotel on Saturday."

An insane desire to fight him took hold of Philip. He turned awaywithout speaking.