“Dan, get the blanket that was picked up near the ravine,” Mr. Hatfield instructed.
Dan ran to fetch it. As he brought it back, Eagle Feather quickly took it from his hand. He and White Nose both examined the tattered blanket intently, talking earnestly in their own language.
“They recognize that blanket, all right,” Red whispered to Midge.
“Either it’s theirs, or it belongs to that ‘brother’ they claim to be looking for,” Midge added.
The two Indians did not explain the reason for their interest in the blanket. After their brief but thorough examination, they lost all interest in the item.
Mr. Hatfield was rather annoyed by the visitors’ attitude. He did not like the cool manner in which they had made themselves at home in the camp. Nevertheless, he hesitated to order them away, feeling that it would be much better to try to make friends.
“You’re Navajos, I believe,” he remarked.
“Yes,” agreed Eagle Feather, “we are of the People.”
“The Cubs would appreciate a little first hand information. How about giving us a talk on the customs and traditions of your people? For instance, you might tell us about the origin of the Fire Dance. We’re trying to work one up for presentation at our pow-wow Saturday.”
The Cubs, especially Dan and Brad, expected Eagle Feather to refuse. But, to their surprise, he appeared flattered by the request.