Then came the hunter a little earlier than usual. Instead of
stopping at his blind, he walked straight to the blind Farmer
Brown's boy had first made. Of course, there was no one there. The
hunter looked both glad and disappointed. He went back to his own
blind and sat down, and while he watched for the coming of the
Ducks, he also watched that other blind to see if the unknown hunter
of the night before would appear. Of course he didn't, and when at
last the hunter saw the Ducks coming, he was sure that this time he
would get some of them.

But the same thing happened as on the night before. Just as those
Ducks were almost near enough, a gun went "bang, bang," and away
went the Ducks. They didn't come back again, and once more a
disappointed hunter went home without any.

The next afternoon he was on hand very early. He was there before
Farmer Brown's boy arrived, and when he did come, of course the
hunter saw him. He walked down to where Farmer Brown's boy was
hiding in the rushes. "Hello!" said he. "Are you the one who was
shooting here last night and the night before?"

Farmer Brown's boy grinned. "Yes," said he.

"What luck did you have?" asked the hunter.

"Fine," replied Farmer Brown's boy.

"How many Ducks did you get?" asked the hunter.

Farmer Brown's boy grinned more broadly than before. "None," said