What may happen to those silly Ducks is no business of yours , and there is nothing you can do , anyway . Go along home . '' `` Wait a few minutes , '' said another little voice down inside him . `` Do n't be a coward . You ought to warn Dusky the Black Duck and his flock that a hunter with a terrible gun is waiting for them . Is it true that it is no business of yours what happens to those Ducks ? Think again , Blacky ; think again . It is the duty of each one who sees a common danger to warn his neighbors . If something dreadful should happen to Dusky because you were afraid of the dark , you never would be comfortable in your own mind . Stay a little while and keep watch . '' Not five minutes later Blacky saw something that made him , oh , so glad he had kept watch . It was a swiftly moving black line just above the water far down the Big River , and it was coming up . He knew what that black line was . He looked over at the hunter hiding behind some bushes close to the edge of the water . The hunter was crouching with his terrible gun in his hands and was peeping over the bushes , watching that black line . He , too , knew what it was . It was a flock of Ducks flying . Blacky was all ashake again , but this time it was n't with fear of being caught away from home in the dark ; it was with excitement . He knew that those Ducks had become so eager for more of that corn , that delicious yellow corn which every night for a week they had found scattered in the rushes just in front of the place where that hunter was now hiding , that they could n't wait for the coming of the Black Shadows . They were so sure there was no danger that they were coming in to eat without waiting for the Black Shadows , as they usually did .
And XXXXX was glad .
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