In turn, Brad related how the Cubs had come upon the strange carved face on the cliff wall.
“I must see that carving for myself!” Professor Sarazen exclaimed. “From your description, I doubt that it was made by any Webster City sculptor.”
Dan was pleased to have acquired a genuine Navajo blanket. The next night after school, he and Brad took it to the river camp to show to the other Cubs.
Mr. Hatfield especially, was impressed by the fine quality of the weaving.
“This is too fine a blanket to keep here until the pow-wow,” he declared. “Since Dan is in charge of the sand painting, why not make him custodian of the blanket?”
“In that case, I want to take it home with me,” Dan returned promptly. “That is, until the day of the pow-wow.”
“I was going to suggest that, Dan.”
Using the blanket’s base design, the Cubs made a rough sketch of the sand painting. Then they began to block out the main outline on the beach.
They were hard at work when an elderly man sauntered into camp. Dan instantly recognized him as Professor Sarazen, and rushed to welcome him.
“Making good use of that blanket, I see,” commented the teacher.