CHAPTER XXII
A MAGICAL CURE
Pandemonium reigned in the Havasu village for a few minutes. The
Medicine Man had been bowled over in Stacy's projectile-like flight.
The Medicine Man leaped to his feet, eyes flashing. Some one pointed
toward the creek. The Medicine Man leaped for the river.
Dad spoke sharply to the chief, whereupon the latter fired a volley of gutturals at the fleeing Medicine Man, who stopped so suddenly that he nearly lost his balance.
"Is the water deep in there?" cried the Professor.
"About ten feet," answered the guide.
"He'll drown!"
"No he won't drown, Professor," called Tad. "Chunky can swim like a fish. There he is now."
A head popped up from the water, followed by a face almost as red as the sandstone rocks on the great cliffs glowing off there in the afternoon sun.
"Oh, wow!" bellowed Stacy chokingly, as the waters swallowed him up again. He came up once more and struck out for the bank, up which he struggled, then began racing up and down the edge of the stream yelling: