What is it ? '' `` Corn , '' replied Dusky in a low voice , as if afraid some one might overhear him . `` Nice yellow corn . '' `` Corn ! '' exclaimed Blacky , as if very much astonished . `` How does corn happen to be way over here in the water ? '' Dusky shook his head . `` Do n't ask me , for I ca n't tell you , '' said he . `` I have n't the least idea . All I know is that every evening when we arrive , we find it here . How it gets here , I do n't know , and furthermore I do n't care . It is enough for me that it is here . '' `` I 've seen a man over here every afternoon , '' said Blacky . `` I thought he might be a hunter . '' `` Did he have a terrible gun ? '' asked Dusky suspiciously . `` No-o , '' replied Blacky . `` Then he is n't a hunter , '' declared Dusky , looking much relieved . `` But perhaps one of these days he will have one and will wait for you to come in for your dinner , '' suggested Blacky . `` He could hide behind these bushes , you know . ''
`` Nonsense , '' retorted XXXXX , tossing his head .
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