“And take their minds off the pow-wow,” Dan added with a laugh. “We still have a lot of work to do around the camp before Saturday.”
As the canoe slipped in toward the beach, Chips and Midge came running down to help pull the craft up on shore.
“Gee, Mr. Hatfield,” Chips exclaimed in relief. “I’m sure glad you’re back!”
“Anything wrong, Chips?”
“Well, not exactly.” The boy lowered his voice. “But we’ve got visitors.”
“Nothing wrong with that is there?”
“Wait until you see ’em,” Chips muttered. “Our visitors are two Indians! Eagle Feather and White Nose. They’ve been giving the camp the once over and acting awfully queer about it. The Cubs want you to come quick, Mr. Hatfield!”
CHAPTER 11
FRIEND OR FOE?
“I’ll come right away,” Mr. Hatfield reassured Chips and Midge. “No reason to be alarmed though. Indians don’t carry tomahawks these days.”
“Maybe not,” Chips replied quickly, “but these boys both have knives!”