would fall in the open water and they might be 
able to get it. But he was saved further trouble 
by Black Warrior, who came out of the marsh 
behind them, overtook the little duck, and 
brought it back in his talons. Then on the 
marsh just out of gun-shot range, but where he 
could easily be observed by the hunter, Black 
Warrior stood and ate his ill-gotten booty. 
“T have had enough of this kind of hunting,” 
said Mr. Percy Wing. “Joe, you may take me 
over to the beach, and if we find plenty of shore 
birds we will bring out 
the plover decoys to- 
morrow.” 
il 
Trey left the boat, 
gun, and decoys at the 
shack of an _ oyster- 
man, and after half an 
hour’s tramp reached 
the ocean beach. As 
they were going over 
. « Black Warrior stood and ate his 
ill-gotten booty, the low sand dunes 
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