We sat there, rested and looked at the green apples above our heads, wishing they were ripe, and talking about the ducks.

We could see Mrs.Deam and Sammy coming down the creek, one on each side.

We slid from the fence and ran into a queer hollow that was cut into the hill between the never-fail and the Baldwin apple trees.
That hollow was overgrown with weeds, and full of trimmings from trees, stumps, everything that no one wanted any place else in the orchard.
It was the only unkept spot on our land, and I always wondered why father didn't clean it out and make it look respectable.

I said so to Leon as we crouched there watching down the hill where Mrs.Deam and Sammy hunted ducks with not such very grand success.

They seemed to have so many they couldn't decide whether to go back or go on, so they must have found most of them.
"You know I've always had my suspicions about this place," said Leon.
"There is somewhere on our land that people can be hidden for a long time.