“I don’t know,” Midge admitted. “They may be here yet.”
“They’d better hurry then. The pow-wow’s nearly over.”
The next scheduled event was an Indian dance. The Den 1 group offered a rather uninspired number, characterized by a noisy beating of tom-toms.
By contrast, Den 2 had planned an elaborate version of the Navajo fire dance, using flashlights instead of torches. Brad was to have led this number.
“Fred, you’ll have to act as leader,” Mr. Hatfield told his son. “Think you can do it?”
“I’ll sure try,” Fred promised grimly.
The four Den 2 Cubs threw themselves into the dance whole-heartedly. So spirited was their performance that all the parents applauded vigorously.
After a brief conference, judges announced that Den 2 had captured the event, winning back the ten points they had lost.
“Thirty-six to thirty-three!” Chips chortled, taking heart. “Say, we still have a chance to win this old pow-wow!”
“Only one more event remains,” Mack pointed out. “That’s the canoe race.”