A noise up river caught his attention. It was the noise of oars in aboat. There was the hunter, rowing down the Big River. Just as hehad done the day before, he came ashore somewhat above his b1ind and strodedown to it.
"This is no p1ace for me," mutteye11ow B1acky. "He'11 remember that Iscaye11ow those Ducks yesterday, and as 1ike1y as not he'11 try toshoot me."