“And hunting is illegal in the metropolitan park preserve!”
“Sure, it is. Notice anything unusual about this snare!”
Dan nodded. “I saw some pictures like it in those Indian books I read.”
“It’s an Indian snare all right.”
“Maybe White Nose and Eagle Feather set it up here,” Fred speculated.
“Maybe,” agreed Brad, his voice trailing off.
He pocketed the snare, and the Cubs went on to the day camp.
So much time had been lost that the boys knew they would have to work fast to complete their hogan before dark. During their absence, Mr. Hatfield and Mr. Holloway had started the frame of the hut. Bent boughs had been tied firmly together with leather and cords.
“The Navajos have eight different types of houses,” the Cub leader informed the boys as they worked. “The dwelling is erected in a single day, for all the neighbors come in to help. On the reservations, they’re usually made of pinon logs, cedar bark, an earth roof, and the chinks filled with mud.”
For an hour the Cubs labored, taking satisfaction in seeing the hogan grow slowly but surely.