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“WAKE UP, RICK!”

“But I tell you, Ralph, I heard a fearful noise up in the tree. It
would have scared you.”

“Did it sort of bray, and hoot, and laugh at you?” |

“Oh, yes ; that’s it.”

“Pooh! I wouldn’t let that scare me! That’s what they call the
lavghing jackass, or great kingfisher !”

Rick subsided.