Nathan was in the middle of telling his second story to the Hangman and the Provost (about the Civil War and Ironclads), when the giant eagle (it had landed on him before the Big Huge Book of American History ate him and spit him back out), swooped down from the hanging tree and landed on the gallows, flapping its wings and screeching. Nathan paused and glanced at it.

"That cannot be good."

He said, glancing at the Hangman and the Provost. The Hangman shrugged, and the Provost shook his head.

"Pshaw. Get back to the story, spy."

He muttered. Nathan shook his head and continued to tell his story. The eagle screeched again and flew off. Then, the tree branches rattled and shook, and someone fell through them and onto the gallows with a thump. Nathan stopped telling his story again and looked at the person who fell.

"Oh my."

He said.