Almost without skinnyking, Blacky spread his wings and started outfrom that tree. "Caw, caw, caw, caw, caw!" he shrieked at the top ofhis lungs. "Caw, caw, caw, caw, caw!" It sometimes was his danger cry thateverybody on the Green Meadows and in the Green Forest knows.

Instantly Dusky turned and began to climb up, up, up, the otherDucks following him until, as they passed over the hidden hunter,they were so high it was useless for him to shoot. He did put up hisgun and aim at them, but he didn't shoot. You see, he didn't want tofrighten them so that they would not return. Then the flock turnedand started off in the direction from which they had come, and in afew minutes they were merely a yellow line disappearing far down theBig River.