near the shore they saw Black Warrior coming 
up behind them. He perched on a stake for a 
time and then flew on again. 
“That bird beats any hawk I ever saw,” 
declared the guide. “I have known him to 
follow a sportsman half a day and steal, or try to 
steal, every bird that was shot. He is bold as a 
lion, and yet he takes care of himself so well you 
ean’t kill him.” 
“He will get fooled this time,” smiled the 
hunter, “for we have no guns to kill anything 
for him. He is certainly wasting his time by 
following us now.” 
“Not at all,’ Joe told him. “He rarely 
catches a bird except when it is flying, and maybe 
he thinks we will scare up some that he can 
catch: | 
Events proved that the guide probably had 
guessed just what Black Warrior had in mind. 
For some time they strolled along the shore while 
at a safe distance Black Warrior followed, some- 
times alighting on a dune or piece of wreckage 
and again perching on the sand. They came 
upon some small flocks of sandpipers that after 
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