“No speakum English,” murmured Red, with a wink at Fred.
The Indian froze him with a quick glance.
“Speakum English very well,” he replied sarcastically. “I graduated from the University of New Mexico.”
“Oh!” gasped Red, taken aback. “I—I’m sorry. I thought from your clothes—that is—”
“Never mind, Red,” Brad came to his rescue. He spoke politely to the two Indians. “We’re a Den of Cub Scouts, out for a hike. This carved face interests us. You made it perhaps?”
The Indian shook his head. “I am Eagle Feather,” he introduced himself. “This is White Nose. We are of the People.”
“That means you’re Navajos, doesn’t it?” asked Dan, who had been reading up on customs of the reservation Indians.
“We come from New Mexico,” Eagle Feather replied.
“We search for one of our brothers,” added the other Indian. White Nose also spoke excellent English, though with less ease.
His raven-hued hair was combed back straight and long. In the lobe of his left ear hung a single turquoise earring.