“What you want?” one of them asked gruffly.
“Came over to see if you could lend us a canoe so that we can go fishing,” lied Dick. “Our own is damaged and we are having it repaired.”
“No have canoe,” growled one of the Mekewai boys.
But Dick was not put off so easily.
“Do you know anyone that has?”
“Come in,” one of the Indians invited, “an’ I try think where mebbe you find one.”
Dick pressed a coin in the hand of each of the two brothers.
“Wish you could,” he said, stepping inside.
One glance told Dick what he wanted to know. There were no sacks here. Nothing at all of an incriminating nature. Dick was tremendously disappointed and he could not resist turning his head and looking at Sandy.
Sandy was amused. There was a twinkle in his eyes and the beginning of a smile puckering the corners of his mouth.