CHAPTER XIX
THE FAT BOY DOES A GHOST DANCE
"A one-legged Indian?" chorused the lads.
"He's crazy," grumbled Dad. "He has cat on the brain."
"That's better than having nothing but hair on the brain," retorted
Stacy witheringly.
"How do you know a one-legged Indian has been here?" questioned Tad, seeing that Chunky was in earnest.
"Look here," said the boy, pointing to a moccasin print in the soft turf at that point. "There's the right foot. Where's the left? Why there wasn't any left, of course. He had only one foot."
"Then he must have carried a crutch," laughed Ned. "Look for the crutch mark and then you'll have the mystery solved."
Jim Nance chuckled. Stacy regarded the guide with disapproving eyes.
"Tell me so I can laugh too," begged Chunky soberly.