“That’s the spirit, Dan, old boy,” Red approved.
“Show him what we found at the cliff,” urged Fred.
Dan now noticed for the first time, that Red was carrying a bulky, folded object. It appeared to be an Indian blanket.
“You found Professor Sarazen’s blanket!” he cried jubilantly.
“No such luck,” Red corrected. “We did find this, though.”
He spread a tattered red, white and black woven blanket on the grass. Plainly it was Indian in design and made on a hand loom. The pattern was incomplete, for the blanket had been used until it was fairly in tatters.
“Where did you find that?” he asked the Cubs.
“At the ravine,” Red explained. “While the others were looking at the carved face, I went poking around in the bushes back of the cliff. I found this.”
“Say, maybe whoever left it, took our good blanket!”
“That’s my theory,” agreed Mr. Hatfield. “The blanket is worthless, of course. We just brought it along to show you.”