“They knew us all right! For some reason they pretended otherwise.”
“Maybe they stole the Navajo blanket, and were afraid we’d jump them for it, Brad!”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” Brad agreed soberly. “Looks as if they’re planning on camping out somewhere in the woods, judging from all the supplies they bought. If they’re going to stay anywhere near our river place, then it behooves us to keep watch!”
CHAPTER 8
DAN’S SAND PAINTING
After school the next night, all the Cubs took turns using Mr. Hallowell’s canoe and practicing their strokes.
While Dan, Midge and Chips worked on the sand painting, the other boys received instructions in water safety. Because Brad and Dan were the most proficient with a paddle, their practice session came last.
The two paddled across the river and back, carefully timing their strokes. Deep, even thrusts sent the craft fairly skimming through the water.
“How you coming on the sand painting, Dan?” the older boy asked from the stern seat.
“About two-thirds,” Dan replied. He rested a moment on his paddle, glancing at the overcast sky. “Think it will rain?”
“Oh, I doubt it at this time of year.”