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standin’ in the water with a club in his hand gettin’ ready to whack a fish when it swam past. Well, a fish come along all right, but before the Indian had a chance to whack it, the thing jumped right out o’ the water and knocked him over.”
    “What a whopper!” Julie Anne exclaimed.
    “Now that ain’t so much of a whopper as you might think,” Clem replied. “We used to have catfish in the Ohio River as big as seals.”
    Clem said there were no more big fish in the river, then abruptly changed the subject. “Would you like to see my good-luck coin?”
    He drew a coin from his pocket the size of a half dollar and handed it to Nancy. The wording on the coin was so worn that she could not make it out and reached into a pocket of her jeans for a magnifying glass. Nancy held it over the coin.
    A moment later she asked excitedly, “Clem, do you know what it says on here?”

CHAPTER V
    Air Spy
    JULIE Anne and Clem listened in fascination while Nancy translated what was engraved on the coin. It was in French. At the top were the initials P. F. and underneath a short prayer.
    “Père François!” exclaimed Julie Anne.
    “I’m sure it is,” said Nancy. “He must have dropped it in this area or else the Indians took it away from him and lost it themselves.”
    There was no date on the metal disk but the girls assumed it was over three hundred years old.
    “This isn’t exactly a good-luck piece,” Nancy stated. “It’s much more.”
    Clem looked at her intently. “Whatever it is, it don’t mean nothin’ to me. I bought it from the lad who found it. I’m givin’ it to you, Nancy.”
    “May I pay you something for it?” she asked.
    Clem Rucker laughed. “What would I do with a lot o’ money? I only gave that lad twenty-five cents, so I’m not out much.”
    “Well, this is a fabulous gift,” Nancy said, “and I shall treasure it.”
    “Anyway,” said Clem, standing up, “I hope it brings you good luck in solvin’ the mystery o’ the hollow oak. We’d better go on.”
    He followed a course due east and in about half an hour they came to another hollow oak. This one was still standing and from its size they judged it was centuries old. Clem said he thought the tree might have been there as long as four hundred years.
    Nancy walked around the oak and found a rotted-out section. She beamed her flashlight inside and put her face to the edge of the hole to see what was in the cavity. Unfortunately she found nothing.
    No marker was showing but there was definitely a hump at one place in the bark. Clem produced a chisel from his car. He and Nancy took turns chipping and peeling off bark until they uncovered part of a lead plate.
    A short time later the three searchers became aware of a helicopter circling overhead. As they glanced up, Nancy detected someone with binoculars looking at them.
    “He’s spying on us!”
    The copter suddenly flew off and disappeared. But not before Nancy had opened her purse and written down the license number on a pad. She suspected that Kit Kadle might be a passenger in the helicopter and she meant to find out.
    “Have you ever seen that copter before?” Nancy asked Clem.
    “Oh yes,” the farmer replied. “Guess he’s one o’ them free-lance pilots. Takes folks up to give ‘em a bird’s-eye view of the burial mounds and the river.”
    Meanwhile Julie Anne, who had taken the chisel from Clem, had chipped off more of the bark. Suddenly she exclaimed, “Here’s another Père François plate! There’s no date on this one and only the initials P. F., but I can see a faint arrow. This one points directly south.”
    “It may lead to what was once an Indian settlement,” Nancy mused. “We know Père François traveled from village to village trying to convert the Indians.”
    “Could be,” said the farmer, “but I don’t reckon we can find out today. I’m sorry, ladies, but I have to get home now and tend to my chores.”
    “When can you help us again?”