After admiring the start which the boys had made on the sand painting, he remarked that he had come, hoping someone would show him the carving at the ravine.
“I’ll be glad to guide you to the spot,” Dan offered.
“So’ll I,” chimed in Chips, eager for a little diversion.
“Wouldn’t mind a little hike myself,” added Fred quickly.
Mr. Hatfield laughed, remarking that he thought all the Cubs wanted to go.
“Mystery always is more intriguing than work,” he chuckled. “But then, we’re well along with our preparations for the big pow-wow. The hogan is finished, the sand painting started, and we expect to get at our Wells Fargo station in a couple of days. Let’s all knock off, and go to the cliff.”
The Cubs were hopeful that Professor Sarazen would be impressed by the great carved face. Nor were they mistaken.
Upon reaching the ravine, he made a careful inspection of the work, declaring it to be Indian in origin.
“A somewhat crude carving,” he told the Cubs, “but the work of a man of great talent. Amazing that such a face could be created here and no one have seen the artist.”
After Professor Sarazen had studied the face awhile, viewing it from several angles, the group returned to the river camp.