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Deutcber's Vaterland," and winking sleepily at Jim, 

 leaned back against a tree. 



"Well; I must be going," exclaimed the boy. 

 " Good-bye, gentlemen, much obliged for the dinner." 

 He had got about twenty yards from the hunters before 

 Hans missed him. 



" Don't you see ? Don't you see, Shim ? Dot poy 

 is going off mit our dugs ? Schtop him ! schtop him ! " 



" Keep quiet," Jim answers, " I don't intend he shall 

 get away. Give me your money." He calls the boy back 

 To throw off suspicion, he slips Hans' gloves from his 

 pocket, and tells him he forgot his gloves. The boy 

 says they are not his. He then apologizes for calling 

 him back, and says : " What are you going to do with 

 your ducks ? " " Take 'em home," replied the boy. 



" Don't suppose you would like to part with them ? >f 



" No ; don't care to." 



" I don't want them," said Jim, " still, thought if you 

 were anxious to get rid of them, my friend not feeling 

 well, we could possibly use them." 



" Doan't dink ve vant 'em," interrupts Hans, at the 

 same time looking as if he would like to pound himself 

 for saying it. 



" You can have them," the boys says, " If you pay 

 my price." 



" All right, ve vill take 'em," Hans exclaims ex- 

 citedly. 



" What ? " Jim says in astonishment, looking 

 fiercely at Hans. 



"I mean," replied Hans, submissively. "Ve vill 

 dake 'm if ve can acree on brice." 



" What do you want for them ? " queried Jim. 



" Fifty cents a piece," replied the boy. 



