“One day the medicine man vanished. With him went the turquoise treasure. But the vengeance of the tribe will follow him! He will never escape!”
A fierce expression came over Eagle Feather’s leathery face. As the Indian straightened up from a crouched position, Chips instinctively backed away. Thrown off balance, he collapsed against Mack.
A strained silence had fallen upon the Cubs.
Eagle Feather’s story had produced an unpleasant effect on everyone. Even Mr. Hatfield felt strangely uneasy in the presence of the two Indians. He tried to hide his own misgiving by saying pleasantly:
“Thanks for telling us so much about the Navajos. I’m sure it’s been very interesting. Goodbye.”
Eagle Feather’s thin lips loosened into a hard smile.
“We may return,” he said. “White Nose and I have a mission.”
The two Indians turned and with dignity moved off into the woods. Not even the rustle of a dry leaf or the crackle of a stick marked their leave-taking.
For a long while after the pair had gone, no one spoke. Finally Brad broke the painful silence.
“Friendly chaps, eh?”