The Indian, just through with his morning swim, arrived speedily, smiling and as placid as ever.
“I say, look here,” said Bob, picking up the impromptu game bag, “yours?”
“Me, yes—yes,” replied the Indian promptly.
“Did you make it?”
The Indian bowed assent.
“Where did you get this?” asked Bob, patting the canvas.
The Indian spoke a string of mingled words accompanied by vivid pantomime. He imitated the movement of wings and practically described an airship.
“Can you take us to the place where you found this?” asked Ben.
The Indian pointed southwest. He held up six fingers.
“He means about six miles from here,” translated Bob.