There was no writing on the bark, but, drawn with a bit of charcoal, were a number of crude figures.
“You’d think this was back a hundred years ago,” Jack said, as he studied the drawings.
Three figures, evidently intended to represent white boys and one Indian, followed by a dog, were seen fleeing from a band of Indians. The air was filled with flying arrows.
“It seems to be a fairly broad hint to say the least,” Bob said.
“Whoever did it sure knows how to come to the point,” Jack agreed.
“Let’s see what Kernertok thinks about it,” Rex suggested.
“Good idea.”
The old Indian studied the drawing intently for several minutes, then handed it back shaking his head.
“What about it?” Bob asked.
“Injun no mak’ um.”