“What’s this tribesman done that you’re so anxious to find him?” Dan asked curiously.
The two Indians, however, did not reply to the question.
Apparently satisfied that the Cubs could provide them with no information, they spoke together for a moment in their own tongue.
Then, with polite farewells, they vanished back into the trees.
For a long while after the Indians had gone, the Cubs remained speechless.
“Did it happen? Or did we dream it?” Mack muttered.
“We didn’t dream it,” replied Brad soberly. “I almost wish we had.”
“Those guys are tough,” said Dan. “Did you notice the expression of their faces? Whoever that Indian is that they’re after, I feel sorry for him.”
“He must have violated some law of the tribe,” Chips speculated. “Gosh! This is going to be exciting!”
“It may be a lot more than that,” declared Brad. The Cubs saw that he was deeply worried. “I don’t like it a bit—not a bit. Grab your clay fast, and let’s get out of here. I want to talk to Mr. Hatfield.”