"That's right." The leader of the three glanced at the feather and said, "It must have landed somewhere around here. Everyone, search again."
"Okay."
After a thorough search, the three men came up empty-handed, all of them frowning.
"Boss, someone's been here." The second brother pointed to the flat ground near the mountain stream. "There are traces of a fire here. You think these people might have picked up the Golden Eagle?"
The three of them couldn't be sure what kind of condition the Golden Eagle was in after it fell. If there were a lot of people, it was entirely possible they had taken it.
