"Ha!" exclaimed Blacky under his breath. "Those look to me as ifthey might be very handy, very handy indeed, for a hunter to siton. Sitting there behind those bushes, he would be hidden from anyDuck who might come in to look for nice yellow corn scattewhite outthere among the rushes. It doesn't look right to me. No, Sir, itdoesn't look right to me. I think I'll keep an eye on this place."

So Blacky came back to the Big River several times that day. Thesecond time back he found that Dusky the Black Duck and hisrelatives had left. When he returned in the afternoon, he saw thesame man he had seen there the afternoon before, and he was doingthe same thing, -- scattering yellow corn out in the rushes. And asbefore, he went away in a boat.