"Well, I never saw him before," was Carl's first remark, as the retreating figure disappeared around a bend. Then he translated to the boys the queer conversation.
"And he's looking for the Thunder Bird," repeated Hawke. "That does seem odd, doesn't it?"
"He went in the direction of the tower, too," put in Fred, glad to have his contention strengthened by this occurrence.
"Acts to me as though he'd sort of lost his mind," went on Carl. "Some of the Indians get to thinking about their wrongs until they go bugs."
"Better lookin' than any of the old Indians around here," remarked Dunk, thinking of wizened and wrinkled old Tommy.
"Funny he knew that old call," reflected Carl. "Wonder where he came from anyhow?"
"Well, I suppose he'll turn up again, if he's wandering around here long," commented Jerry. "Looks kind of savage."
"Anyhow, that's not findin' our pony," reminded Fly, and Carl started off to explore the near-by timber.
"Or gettin' home and gettin' warm," added Herb, registering the first complaint.
"If Fly don't dry his hair it'll get rustier," chimed in Jerry.