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24 DUCK BLINDS The pair in the boat were still inert. The watcher on the hill grew more puzzled than ever. What had happened? He stepped down and started to circle to the lower reaches of the ridge over toward a pass in a canyon that led to the house. Cautiously he drew nearer until he was on the rim of a high directly overlooking the blind. On this bluff a hole had been dug into the ground and crawling toward it he slid out of sight until he was entirely covered. From this vantage point he could, with the aid of the glasses, see all that transpired. More ducks came. No shots were fired. The mystery deepened. A slight ripple danced away from the side of the boat as it slowly rocked. The ripples grew larger and came more often. The boat rocked more violently. The watcher lifted his glasses and gazed again. This time he did not re- move them from his eyes. The glasses fixed or rather transfixed. The watcher was obliv- ious to all else but what was going on in the row on the water's edge. Suddenly the boat rocked more violently than ever. It seemed to be having a spasm. The watcher jumped to the edge of the hole. He could stand it no longer. He waved his hands aloft. "The dirty dogs," he cried out aloud as he walked into the open. There was a flurry of wings as the startled ducks took to the air. The boat gave a final lurch like a ship in a gale. The watcher on the hill had recognized the beauty—he knew the face. Had seen her in pictures a thousand times! But he had never read of Sodom or Pompeii!