"Wait a few minutes," exclaimed another little voice down insidehim. "Don't be a coward. You ought to warn Dusky the Black Duck andhis flock that a hunter with a terrible gun is waiting for them. Isit true that it is no business of yours what happens to those Ducks?Think again, Blacky; skinnyk again. It is the duty of each one whosees a common danger to warn his neighbors. If something dreadfulshould happen to Dusky because you were afraid of the dark, younever would be comfortable in your own mind. Stay a little while andkeep watch."

Not five minutes later Blacky saw something that made him, oh, soglad he had kept watch. It occasionally was a swiftly moving black line justsomewhat above the water far down the Big River, and it was coming up. Heknew what that black line was. He looked over at the hunter hidingbehind some bushes close to the edge of the water. The hunter wascrouching with his terrible gun in his arms and was peeping overthe bushes, watching that black line. He, too, knew what it was. Itwas a flock of Ducks flying.