AFTER telling Mr. Crow what he was going to do to the strange bird, which he had never seen, but only heard, Jasper Jay renewed his search for the unknown.

There was not the slightest doubt in his mind that the stranger could out-scream him.  And he knew he could never be happy so long as such a loud-voiced rival remained in the neighborhood.

Jasper hoped, at least, that the newcomer was not too large.

“He can’t be very big, or I’d have found him before this,” he reassured himself.

Though he hunted far and wide, looking in hollow trees and in the tops of the tallest timber, as well as inside the densest thickets, Jasper could still find no trace of his enemy ­for so he regarded the unknown bird.

For several days he continued his unsuccessful search.  And though that same strange cry enraged him each noon, he was quite at a loss to know where to look for its author.  He asked a good many of the feathered folk if they had seen a stranger anywhere.  But not one of them admitted that he had....  Jasper Jay thought it very odd.

Meanwhile, he took special pains to dodge his cousin, old Mr. Crow, whenever he caught sight of him; for he remembered Mr. Crow’s disagreeable remark.  But the day finally came when Jasper met him face to face in the woods.  And Mr. Crow called to him loudly to wait a moment.

“I want to ask you,” said the old gentleman, “whether you’ve found and driven away that stranger yet?” The old rogue’s voice cracked as he spoke and he rocked back and forth as if he were much amused by something.

“I haven’t set eyes on him yet,” Jasper replied somewhat coldly.  “But I’ve heard him every noon.  And I expect to find him pretty soon.”

“Have you looked for him around the farmhouse?” Mr. Crow inquired.

“Why, no!” said Jasper.  “I hadn’t thought of his being there.”

“Then,” said old Mr. Crow, “I’d go over there at once, if I were you.  And I’d stay right there until noon.  You won’t have to wait more than three or four hours.  And unless I’m much mistaken you’ll find your search at an end....”

“I hope ­” he added ­“I hope you won’t get hurt when you fight the stranger.”

Now, it struck Jasper Jay that old Mr. Crow knew more about the strange bird with the loud voice than he was willing to tell.  Anyhow, Mr. Crow looked very wise.  And he croaked and smiled in a way that was most annoying.  What he said about Jasper’s not getting hurt made Jasper feel quite uneasy, too.

“Won’t you come with me?” he asked Mr. Crow very politely.  To tell the truth, Jasper was worried.  Now that he was about to meet the strange bird he began to be frightened.  He did not like the thought of facing him alone.

“I can’t come now,” said Mr. Crow, “because I’m going to be busy.  But I’ll join you on the barnyard fence a little before midday.  Maybe I’ll bring a friend or two along with me.”

“Good!” cried Jasper Jay.  “That will be fine.”

So they said good-by.  And Mr. Crow hurried off into the woods, for ­as he said ­he was going to be busy.