When he realized this, he should have been ashamed of himself for
doubting the smartness of Granny and for thinking that he knew all
there was to know. But he was too much excited for any such thoughts.
Nearer and nearer to the shore came Quacker, his eyes fixed on the
red, whirling form of Granny. Reddy's own eyes gleamed with excitement.
Would Quacker keep on right up to the shore? Nearer and nearer and
nearer he came. Reddy squirmed uneasily. He couldn't see as well
as he wanted to. The bushes behind which he was lying were in his way.
He wanted to see Granny make that jump which would mean a dinner
for both.
Forgetting what Granny had charged him, Reddy eagerly raised his
head to look over the edge of the bank. Now it just happened that
at that very minute Quacker chanced to look that way. His quick
eyes caught the movement of Reddy's head and in an instant all his
curiosity vanished. That sharp face peering at him over the edge of
the bank could mean but one thing -- danger! It was all a trick!
He saw through it now. Like a flash he turned. There was the
whistle of stiff wings beating the air and the patter of feet
striking the water as he got under way. Then he flew out to the
safety of the open water. Granny sprang, but she was just too late
and succeeded in doing no more than wet her feet.
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