“We’re a Cub Scout outfit,” Mr. Hatfield went on pleasantly enough. “Our camp may look rather odd to you, but we’re preparing for an Indian pow-wow. The boys chose the Navajo theme. Maybe you can help us with a few suggestions.”
“Cub Scouts!” Eagle Feather repeated. “A good organization.”
“The Navajos are starting their own dens now,” Mr. Hatfield went on, trying to act friendly. “In fact, our boys are gathering clothing to be sent out to New Mexico.”
“That is good,” Eagle Feather responded stiffly.
“Is there anything we can do for you?” Mr. Hatfield next inquired.
“Nothing,” Eagle Feather shrugged.
“You are searching for someone perhaps?”
“For one of our brothers.”
“You’ll not find him here,” said Mr. Hatfield. “However, someone has been making himself at home in our camp during our absence. We’ve lost food, and a valuable Navajo blanket.”
This information obviously was of great interest to the two Indians. But their only show of it was a sparkle of the eyes.