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"Do you expect to kill any ducks with that old iron?" he sneered, looking hard at Billy. "It's Croaker," Billy whispered. "Stand right still, Lou, an' we'll watch an' find out what his game is." "I was determined to try. I could see no other way of frightening and disgusting him.".
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Stanhope heard the splash of their bodies, as they lit among the decoys. He wondered why Billy did not shoot. A tense moment passed and still the old gun gave no voice. Moll was whining low and eagerly. Then, suddenly, there arose the sound of webbed feet slapping water, strong wings lifted to the wind, and Stanhope knew that the ducks had gone. "Ha!" exclaimed Captain Acton, looking fondly at his child, "I don't doubt it is in you. But you have suffered it to rest as an unsuspected quality." Maurice dropped on all fours and started wriggling through the rough stubble, sighing in relief as he reached the desired spot. Billy considered. "I'll try," he promised, "but it's goin' to take a whole lot of coaxin' to do it. That old witchcoon has been prowlin' down through the tamarack swale huntin' copperhead snakes for a week now, gettin' ready to do fer somebody er other.".
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