232 WILD FOWL SHOOTING. 
Jim didn’t notice. Hans did, and said, “Shim! IJ anr 
dired of sthanding sdill, oxguse me a few minutes, und 
[ vill redurn.” 
Hans then went where the duck fell, and on his re- 
turn said: * Yoost as I eggspecded! Der dog has eden 
der dug, insites, fedders und all!” 
“ What!” said Jim, “eaten the duck? I can’t be- 
lieve it. Oh, fatal mistake of mine! I brought hin 
away without his breakfast !” 
“ Dot's all right,” said Hans, * But I told you now, 
und don’t you forget it, dot ven I knocks a dug down, 
I vill go after id mine own selluf, and you bedder vatch 
dot tog. Heis a bad vone. He is a dug-eater from 
vay pack.” 
“JT am mighty sorry I brought him along,” said Jim, 
“but we will watch him closely. I knew he was a 
terror on tame chickens. Have seen him kill tame 
ducks, and complaints have been made of his sucking 
egos; but I really thought he would be ail right out 
with us. It’s too late now, but let me once catch him 
in flagrante delicto, as the lawyers say, and we will 
have a circus.” 
A pair of mallards swung over them. Both fired 
quickly and simultaneously at the drake, and it fell 
dead in the water. The dog started for him. Jim ex- 
citedly yelled: “Come here! you black whelp.” But 
he didn’t come worth a cent, and Jim rushed to the 
water’s edge, grabbing the dog by the tail, and suc- 
ceeded in keeping him from going after the bird. Hans, 
with smiling face, said to Jim, ** Didn’t I knock him ?” 
“What?” replied Jim, “ you knock him? Why man, 
you didn’t shoot. I killed him myself, there was but 
one report, that was from my gun.” 
