JOHN’S ISLAND gI 
couple of ‘‘Nevada”’ blinds, two pits side by side each 
deep enough to hold comfortably a pair of number ten 
rubber boots from the knees down. We sat on the 
sand, with our feet in the ‘‘Nevada”’ blinds, a few sticks 
from the heap of driftwood stuck up around us. The 
blind was low down and well hidden. 
When Jimmy got back he had a bunch of old dried 
tules with him, just the thing to scatter lightly among 
the sticks around our blind. A solid looking blind that 
stands out from its natural surroundings is soon spotted 
and avoided by wild fowl. 
“Well!’”’ said Jimmy throwing down his bunch of 
tules, ‘‘ you owe mea dollar.’’ 
““How is that?” I asked. 
“You bet a dollar that you would shoot ten ducks at 
John’s Island to-day and now you’re not even going 
there.” 
“Youre right,” Trephed. “The dollar is ‘yours: 
Now I'll bet you a bottle of beer against your dollar 
that we get fifty ducks here to-day and if we get that 
many ducks I'll give you a bottle of beer anyway.” 
‘Hold on a bit,’’ said Jimmy, ‘‘I want to get all that 
through my head. I took in a circus last summer and 
lost one big cartwheel on some such roundabout talk, 
like that you made just now.”’ 
‘“How did that happen?’’ I asked. 
““Oh, everybody round here goes to the circus when- 
ever they get a chance. I went early and was poking 
round when I came across a nice stylish-looking chap 
playing with three shells and a little pea. He looked 
round and saw me and said: 
‘* “See what a feller gave me just now.’ 
“* “What is it?’ said I. 
“““Tt’s the new game of Hide and Seek,’ he said. 
