Blacky the Crow watched him go, and Blacky was well satisfied. Hedidn't know what Farmer Brown's boy was planning to do, but he had afeeling that he was planning to do something, and that all would bewell. Perhaps Blacky wouldn't have felt so sure could he haveunderstood what Farmer Brown's boy had exclaimed about doing a littleshooting himself.

As it was, Blacky flew off about his own business, quite satisfiedthat now all would be well, and he need worry no more about thoseDucks. None of the little people of the Green Forest and the GreenMeadows knew Farmer Brown's boy much better than did Blacky theCrow. None knew much better than he that Farmer Brown's boy was theirbest friend. "It is all right now," chuckled Blacky. "It is allright now." And as the cheery whistle of Farmer Brown's boy floatedback to him on the Merry Little Breezes, he repeated it: "It is allright now."