grains in the mud. While Mrs. Quack tipped up and seemed to stand
on her head as she searched in the mud for rice, Mr. Quack kept
watch for possible danger. Then Mrs. Quack took her turn at
keeping watch, while Mr. Quack stood on his head and hunted for
rice.

It was wonderfully quiet and peaceful. There was not even a
ripple on the Big River. It was so quiet that they could hear the
barking of a dog at a farmhouse a mile away. They were far enough
out from the bank to have nothing to fear from Reddy Fox or Old
Man Coyote. So they had nothing to fear from any one save Hooty
the Owl. It was for Hooty that they took turns in watching.
It was just the hour when Hooty likes best to hunt.

By and by they heard Booty's hunting call. It was far away in the
Green Forest, Then Mr. and Mrs. Quack felt easier, and they
talked in low, contented voices. They felt that for a while at
least there was nothing to fear.

Suddenly a little splash out in the Big River caught Mr. Quack's
quick ear. As Mrs. Quack brought her head up out of the water,
Mr. Quack warned her to keep quiet. Noiselessly they swam among
the brown stalks until they could see out across the Big River.
There was another little splash out there in the middle. It
wasn't the splash made by a fish; it was a splash made by
something much bigger than any fish. Presently they made out a
silver line moving towards them from the Black Shadows. They knew
exactly what it meant. It meant that some one was out there in
the Big River moving towards them. Could it be a boat containing
a hunter?