Sammy Jay"s eyes sparkled as he watched that spot of green under the pile of brush in the swamp through which the Laughing Brook finds its way to join the Big River. All around was water, for you know it was spring, and the melting snows on the hills way up where the Big River has its beginning were pouring more water into the Big River than its banks would hold as it hurried down to the Great Ocean. It just couldn"t hurry fast enough to take all that water down as fast as it ran into the Big River, and so the water had crept over the banks in places. It had done this right here in the little swamp where Sammy was.
Sammy sat perfectly still, for he learned long ago that only by keeping perfectly still may one see all that is to be seen. That green spot had moved. He was sure of that. And if it moved, it must be something alive. If it were alive, it must be somebody, and Sammy wanted to know who it was. Try as he would he couldn"t remember any one who wore such glossy green as that. So he sat perfectly still, for he knew that if whoever was hiding under that brush should even guess that he was being watched, he would not come out.
So, his eyes sparkling with excitement, Sammy watched. He was impatiently patient. Did you know that it is possible to be impatiently patient? Well, it is. Sammy was just boiling with impatience inside, but he didn"t let that impatience spoil the patience of his waiting.
He sat there just as still as still, with his eyes fixed on that green spot, and you would never have guessed that he was fairly bursting with impatience to know who it was he was watching. That is what is called self-control. It means the power to make yourself do a certain thing, no matter how much you may want to do something else. It is a splendid thing to have, is self-control.
After what seemed to Sammy a very long time, the green spot moved again. Little by little something reached out from under the pile of brush. It was a head, a very beautiful green head, and it was exactly like Mrs. Quack"s head, only hers was a sober brown instead of green. Sammy choked back a little gasp of surprise as a sudden thought popped into his head. Could this be the lost Mr. Quack?
He had forgotten that probably Mr. Quack dressed differently from Mrs. Quack, and so of course he had been looking for some one all in brown. There was the bang of a gun somewhere over on the Big River, and the green head was hastily withdrawn under the bush, but not before Sammy had seen a look of terrible fear in his eyes. "I believe it IS Mr. Quack!" thought Sammy. "If it is, I"ll have the best news ever to tell Mrs. Quack. Just trust Sammy Jay to find anything he goes looking for."
This was just plain boasting, and Sammy knew it. But Sammy always does have a good opinion of himself. It is one of his faults. He quite lost sight of the fact that it was entirely by accident that he had come over to this swamp. Now that he had guessed who this might be, he was less impatient. He waited as still as you please, and at last the green head was slowly stretched out again, and Sammy could see that the neck was green, too, and that around the neck was a white collar. Sammy could keep still no longer.
[Ill.u.s.tration with caption: "Yes," said he in a low voice, "I am Mr. Quack."]
"Are you Mr. Quack?" he asked eagerly.
The beautiful head disappeared like a flash. Sammy waited a minute or two, before he repeated his question, adding: "You needn"t be afraid. There isn"t anybody here but me, and I"m your friend. I just want to know if you are Mr. Quack because I"ve been looking for you for Mrs. Quack. Are you?"
Slowly, looking this way and that way with fear and suspicion in his eyes, a handsome Duck came out from under the pile of brush.
"Yes," said he in a low voice, "I am Mr. Quack. Where is Mrs.
Quack?"
"Safe and sound over on the Big River," replied Sammy joyfully.
"Oh, I"m so glad I"ve found you!"
XVIII
SAMMY JAY SENDS MRS. QUACK TO THE SWAMP
When Sammy Jay left Mr. Quack in the swamp over by the bank of the Big River, he flew straight back to the Smiling Pool. At first he thought of flying out over the Big River and screaming the news to Mrs. Quack, who, you know, was swimming about out there. But he knew that if he did, she would very likely fly right over where Mr.
Quack was, and that wouldn"t do at all. No, indeed, that wouldn"t do at all. One of the hunters would be sure to see her. So Sammy wisely flew back to the Smiling Pool to wait until Mrs. Quack should come back there for the night.
Of course he told Peter Rabbit all about Mr. Quack, and Peter was so delighted at the thought that Mr. Quack was alive that he capered about in quite the craziest way. "Does Mrs. Quack know yet?" asked Peter.
Sammy shook his head. "I"m going to tell her when she comes back here to-night," he explained. "I was afraid if I told her before then she would fly straight to him and perhaps get them both in trouble."
"Quite right, Sammy! Quite right!" Peter exclaimed. "I wouldn"t have thought of that. My, won"t she be happy when you do tell her!
I wonder what she"ll say and what she"ll do. I"m going to stay right here so as to see her when she hears the good news. Here comes your cousin, Blacky the Crow. Does he know yet?"
"No," replied Sammy, "but I"m going to tell him as soon as he gets here." They watched Blacky draw nearer and nearer, and as soon as he was within hearing Sammy shouted the news. "Caw, caw, caw,"
replied Blacky, hurrying a little faster.
As soon as he reached the Big Hickory-tree, Sammy told the whole story over again, and Blacky was quite as glad as the others. While they waited for Mrs. Quack he told how he had hunted and hunted along the farther bank of the Big River and how he had seen the hunters with their terrible guns hiding and had warned Mrs. Quack just where each one was.
Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was getting ready to go to bed behind the Purple Hills and the Black Shadows were beginning to creep out over the Green Meadows before Mrs. Quack came. In fact, Sammy Jay and Blacky were getting very uneasy. It was almost bed-time for them, for neither of them dared stay out after dark. They had almost made up their minds to leave Peter to tell the news when they saw Mrs. Quack coming swiftly from the direction of the Big River. She looked so sad and discouraged that even Blacky the Crow was sorry for her, and you know Blacky isn"t much given to such feelings.
"What"s the news, Mrs. Quack?" asked Peter, his eyes dancing.
"There isn"t any," replied Mrs. Quack.
"Oh, yes, there is!" cried Sammy Jay, who couldn"t possibly keep still any longer.
"What is it?" demanded Mrs. Quack eagerly, and it seemed to Peter that there was a wee bit of hope in her voice.
"Did you happen to notice that just before the Laughing Brook joins the Big River it flows through a little swamp?" asked Sammy.
Mrs. Quack nodded her head rapidly. "What of it?" she demanded.
"Nothing much, only if I were you I would go down there after dark,"
replied Sammy.
Mrs. Quack looked up at Sammy sharply. "Why should I go down there?"
she asked.
"If I tell you, will you wait until I get quite through?" asked Sammy in his turn.
Mrs. Quack promised that she would.
"Well, then," replied Sammy, "this afternoon I found a stranger hiding in there, a stranger with a beautiful green head and neck and a white collar."
"Mr. Quack! Oh, it was Mr. Quack!" cried Mrs. Quack joyfully and lifted her wings as if she would start for the swamp at once.
"Stop!" cried Sammy sharply. "You said you would wait until I am through. It won"t do for you to go there until after dark, because there is a hunter hiding very near Mr. Quack"s hiding-place.
Wait until it is dark and he has gone home. Then take my advice, and when you have found Mr. Quack, bring him right up here to the Smiling Pool. He can"t fly, but he can swim up the Laughing Brook, and this is the safest place for both of you. Now good night and good luck."
XIX
JERRY MUSKRAT"S GREAT IDEA
A friendly friend is a friend indeed When he proves a friend in the time of need.
Mr. and Mrs. Quack had been so much taken up with each other and with their troubles that they had quite forgotten they were not alone in the Smiling Pool, which they had reached by swimming up the Laughing Brook. So it happened that when Mrs. Quack suggested that if Mr. Quack"s wing got strong they might be able to find a lonesome pond not too far away where they could make their home for the summer, they were a little startled to hear a voice say: "I know where there is one, and you will not have to fly at all to get to it." Both jumped a little. You see their nerves had been very much upset for a long time, and the least unexpected thing made them jump. Then both laughed.
"h.e.l.lo, Jerry Muskrat! We"d forgotten all about you," said Mrs.
Quack. "What was that you said?"
Jerry good-naturedly repeated what he had said. Mrs. Quack"s face brightened. "Do you really mean it?" she asked eagerly. "Do you really mean that you know of a pond where we could live and not be likely to be seen by these two-legged creatures called men?"
"That"s what I said," replied Jerry briefly.
"Oh, Jerry, you"re not joking, are you? Tell me you"re not joking,"
begged Mrs. Quack.