CHAPTER XVII 



THE HOODOO ON THE HOME 



?OT many days later they had 

 a new unfriendly visitor. It 

 was in the morning rest hour 

 that follows early breakfast. 

 The familiar cluck, cluck of a 

 Flicker had sounded from a near tree-top. 

 Then his stirring tattoo was heard on a 

 high dead limb of the one tree. A little 

 later a scratching sound, and the hole 

 above was darkened by the head and 

 shoulders of a big bird peering down at 

 them through the opening. His long, 

 sharp beak was opened to utter a loud 

 startling "clape!" Up leaped Banner- 

 tail to meet and fight off the invader. 

 There was little fighting to be done, for 



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