“I want to ask you some questions,” he burst out. “And I want some straight answers—see!”
“Red!” Dan remonstrated, trying to grab his arm.
Red pulled away. He had no intention of being silenced.
“First off, I want to know if you and White Nose weren’t the ones that wrecked our sand painting and then remade it inside the hogan?” he demanded.
Eagle Feather now paid him the honor of being most attentive. His eyes flickered with interest as he demanded mildly:
“Sand painting?”
“Oh, you needn’t pretend you know nothing about it,” Red snapped. “You’ve both been hanging around our camp ever since you came to Webster City!”
“Your sand painting has been redone?” inquired Eagle Feather, speaking with precise English.
“Late yesterday afternoon,” Red informed him. “Oh, you know all about it!”
Dan tried vainly to pull his friend away from the grocery counter. But Red, in one of his stubborn moods, would not budge.