“Who in Webster City would have the skill to make such a carving?” speculated Mack. “I don’t know of anyone.”
Further study of the unusual carving, convinced the Cubs that it was intended to be the face of an Indian.
“I wish we had that old boy for our pow-wow!” chuckled Dan. “We’d certainly out-class Den 1.”
Rather elated by their discovery of the carved face, the Cubs lingered for awhile. Then, as the hour grew late, they started back to the beach at a brisk pace.
“I guess now you’ll quit twitting me about my vivid imagination,” Red said, enjoying his victory. “Who was right after all?”
“You were,” Brad told him. “We’ll send you a letter of apology.”
“Never mind that,” laughed Red. “Just treat me with more respect in the future.”
Upon reaching the beach site, the boys began to gather up their belongings, preparatory to starting to their separate homes.
“If we’re going to get ahead of Den 1 in the Indian handicraft exhibit, we’ll have to meet here almost every night after school for a week or two,” Dan informed his companions.
“That’s right,” echoed Brad. “You heard Ross boasting that the Den 1 Cubs have their Navajo hogan already up. We’ve not even started.”