"Let's call it 'Peaceful Valley,'" she said. "It may have a different name on the map, but no one can prevent our christening it what we like," he agreed. Blue Bonnet was content to rest for a while here. There was no sign of life anywhere, except a solitary bird wheeling about far above their heads. "A swallow-tailed kite," Knight said as the bird dropped suddenly into clearer view. "Graceful, isn't it?" All at once the big kite alighted on the dead branch of a tree near them. "What glorious wings!" breathed Blue Bonnet. "Would you like one for your hat?" Knight asked. "Oh, wouldn't I!" she cried eagerly. Quick as flash Knight swung his rifle about, aimed and fired. Blue Bonnet put her fingers in her ears with an exclamation of alarm. The bird toppled as if to fall, then righted itself with a lurch and fluttered out from the tree. Blue Bonnet gave a sigh of relief. "I was so afraid you had hurt him!" she cried,--and the words died away in a gasp of distress. The kite, pitching headlong, had fallen almost at her feet. She dropped on her knees beside it; but the bird was still. Knight, bending over her, was suddenly filled with surprise and dismay; she was crying like a child. "It was so mean and vain of me," she said with quivering lips, "--to want him just for a hat, when he was having such a beautiful time." Knight was pale with hatred of himself. She looked up at last and smiled mistily through her tears. "I reckon you think I am pretty much of a baby. But I can't bear to see things--die." "It's only a big hawk," he said to comfort both himself and her. She looked up hopefully. "And hawks are mean birds, aren't they,--that kill little chickens and other birds?" He hesitated, then said unwillingly: "Some hawks do. But this is a different kind. It lives on snakes and insects--" "Then it is a good bird!--that's what Uncle Cliff calls them." Her face clouded again and she turned towards camp. "You don't want one of the wings then?" She shuddered. "Oh, no!" Then she paused. "I will have--I saw some feathers fall. Will you give me one? I want it for a reminder." Knight picked up one of the tiny barred wing-feathers and handed it to her. "A reminder?" "I'm never going to wear things like that again--wings and birds and all those cruel ornaments. I never realized before--And whenever I am tempted I shall look at this." Knight bent, picked up another of the feathers and laid it away in his fly-book. "I need a reminder, too," he remarked. "But you never wear birds in your hats," Blue Bonnet said wonderingly. "My reminder shall be: 'Think before you shoot,'" he said quietly. CHAPTER XIII AROUND THE CAMP-FIRE THERE was no sign of the other trampers when Blue Bonnet and Knight reached the little grotto; and descending to the Big Spring they found even that charming spot deserted. Blue Bonnet looked around in surprise.