234 WILD FOWL SHOOTING. 
“ Yah! Yah! Call fowl und chicken; call the pur- 
reds of der vield and der peasts of der air, you doant get 
avay from me yoost die samee.” Andhe hit him again 
and again. Hans felt avenged now, and being cooled 
off, Jumped hastily from his opponent’s prostrate body, 
and said, Shim! vots de use of you und I fighting? 
Led’s be friends. Honestly! I shod at dot dug.” 
“So did I,” said Jim, “but don’t you ever try to 
bluff me again by talking fight, for you can’t do it. I 
ain’t that kind of a fellow. You won the first round 
on a foul, and we will let it drop till some other time. 
Tell you what I will do with you, Dutchy; we will 
draw cuts, the one getting the shortest has credit for 
killing the duck.” Jim held the cuts. Hans pulled 
the shortest, but Jim slyly nips off the end of the 
remaining cut with his thumb, and shows up that he 
won. 
“Funny,” says Hans, “but ven I traw mit you I 
alvays lose.” Very funny,” replies Jim, arching his 
eyebrows. 
“ Here, Sport,” said Jim, and turning to Hans, said, 
* [am going to see if he wont bring that duck.” He 
walked to the edge of the water, threw a clump of dirt 
out near the duck, and exclaimed ; “ Go get it, Sport.” 
The dog look inquiringly at Jim, and he patting him 
kindly on the head said again, ‘ Go get it, Sport, that’s 
a nice boy.” 
“That ought to fedch him,” said Hans; “ your tone 
vas so mild, your woice so sveet, yoost like honey.” 
“ Oh, let up,” replied Jim, “Don’t guy me, I have 
got enough to attend to now with this infernal dog.” 
He kept throwing clods, and at last the dog swam past 
the duck, then completely around it, and finally started 
