Gina. But we’ve not had the duck from Mr. Werle himself.
Ekdal. It’s Haaken Werle we’ve to thank for her, all the same, Gina. (To Gregers.) He was out in his boat, you know, and he shot her. But your father’s sight is so bad now. H’m; she was only wounded.
Gregers. I see. She got a few shots in her body.
Hjalmar. Yes, she did—two or three shots.
Hedvig. She was hit under the wing, and so she could not fly away.
Gregers. And then, I suppose, she dived to the bottom?
Ekdal (sleepily, with thick utterance). Know all about that. Always so with wild ducks. Made for the bottom—as far as they can get, my lad—get caught in the tangle and the sea-weed—and all the damned stuff that’s down below there. And so they never come to the surface again.
Gregers. But, Lieutenant Ekdal, your wild duck came to the surface.
Ekdal. He’d got a most remarkably clever dog, had your father. And the dog—dived after the duck and brought her up again.
Gregers (turning to Hjalmar). And so you found it here?