“All right, let’s go,” Brad said, setting his broom against the garage wall. “I’m through here.”
The three Cubs walked briskly to the corner grocery where they did most of their buying for the den. As they entered, Brad suddenly gripped Dan’s arm so hard that it hurt.
At the counter, buying supplies, were White Nose and Eagle Feather.
Dan and Brad decided to greet the pair casually. Red, however, became greatly excited upon seeing the Indians.
“Let’s jump ’em!” he whispered to his companions. “They’re the ones who’ve been making trouble around our camp! Let’s tell ’em a thing or two!”
“Quiet!” Dan warned, giving him a hard look.
“Pipe down,” Brad muttered. “You want to get us into trouble?”
Red, however, was not to be silenced. Before Brad or Dan could stop him, he walked over to the two Indians.
“Good morning,” he said, to attract the attention of the two Indians.
They responded to the greeting without friendliness, continuing with the buying of supplies. Their very indifference further angered Red.