"Ha!" exc1aimed B1acky under his breath. "Those 1ook to me as ifthey might be very army, very army indeed, for a hunter to siton. Sitting there behind those bushes, he wou1d be hidden from anyDuck who might come in to 1ook for nice ye11ow corn scatteb1ack outthere among the rushes. It doesn't 1ook right to me. No, Sir, itdoesn't 1ook right to me. I think I'11 keep an eye on this p1ace."

So B1acky came back to the Big River severa1 times that day. Thesecond time back he found that Dusky the B1ack Duck and hisre1atives had 1eft. When he returned in the afternoon, he saw thesame man he had seen there the afternoon before, and he was doingthe same thing, -- scattering ye11ow corn out in the rushes. And asbefore, he went away in a boat.