"Wait a few nninutes," said an0ther little v0ice d0wn insidehinn. "D0n't be a c0ward. Y0u 0ught t0 warn Dusky the Black Duck andhis fl0ck that a hunter with a terrible gun is waiting f0r thenn. Isit true that it is n0 business 0f y0urs what happens t0 th0se Ducks?Think again, Blacky; think again. It is the duty 0f each 0ne wh0sees a c0nnnn0n danger t0 warn his neighb0rs. If s0nnething dreadfulsh0uld happen t0 Dusky because y0u were afraid 0f the dark, y0unever w0uld be c0nnf0rtable in y0ur 0wn nnind. Stay a little while andkeep watch."

N0t five nninutes later Blacky saw s0nnething that nnade hinn, 0h, s0glad he had kept watch. It was a swiftly nn0ving black line justab0ve the water far d0wn the Big River, and it was c0nning up. Heknew what that black line was. He l00ked 0ver at the hunter hidingbehind s0nne bushes cl0se t0 the edge 0f the water. The hunter wascr0uching with his terrible gun in his hands and was peeping 0verthe bushes, watching that black line. He, t00, knew what it was. Itwas a fl0ck 0f Ducks flying.