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Ned went up to a young woman who was evidently waiting for a long-distance call and was holding the receiver.
“Pardon me,” said Ned, “but are you Miss Antler?”
The young woman began to laugh. “No—dear. I’m Miss Lambkin. Ma-a! Ma-a! What can I do for you?”
Ned ignored the crude humor. “Do you happen to know Miss Antler?” he asked.
Again the young woman giggled. “Come now, is that her real name?”
Ned decided not to tell her. “Who knows?” he said, walking away. At that moment the young woman’s call came through, and she began to talk with someone.
A little while later Ned joined the rest of the group, which had already gathered. Nancy had found Miss Antler, and now she introduced her to the others. She was a young Indian woman, very pretty and charming.
“I’m so glad you found me,” she said in a musical voice. “Mrs. Wabash wrote to tell me that you were coming, but unfortunately she did not say when.
“I’m a graduate student of geology and surveying. This is how I became interested in the desert area. It was through some experimental work I’ve done here that I met Mrs. Wabash. Unfortunately, I left no forwarding address, so she couldn’t get in touch with me again.”
Nancy smiled. “That was a lucky telephone call. To be truthful, we have heard so many amusing names paged here, we decided all of them were probably people who were traveling incognito. We even wondered if you might be.”
“No,” the young Indian woman responded, her black eyes twinkling. “It’s really my name but I am teased a good deal about it.”
Ned spoke up. “Mrs. Wabash said you could help us in our search in the desert.”
Miss Antler said she believed she could. “I was helping Mrs. Wabash translate the petroglyphs on those ancient tablets. Now we can finish the work.”
“Didn’t you know,” Nancy asked, “that all but one tablet were stolen?”
“No. How dreadful!”
Nancy told her the whole story, including the few clues that she had.
“My friends and I hope the police will pick up Fleetfoot.”
“I hope so, too,” the young Indian woman said. “In the meantime, in my work I have collected stories and legends from the older Indians who live in this area. I think there are some good clues in them as to where some rewarding digging might take place.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Nancy told her.
“Terrific!” George exclaimed. “Could you draw us a map?”
Miss Antler smiled. “I was hoping that maybe you would invite me to go on the dig with you.”
Nancy was excited by this idea. “Could you? We’d love to have you come.”
“I’d love to accept,” Miss Antler replied. “Since we’ll be working closely, I want you to call me by my first name. It’s Wanna.”
“What a pretty name!” Bess remarked.
“I think so, too,” Wanna said. “When are you going to start your trip?”
“We’re planning to leave tomorrow morning,” Nancy told her. “Could you be ready by that time?”
“Oh yes,” Wanna said. “I’ll bring some special tools and surveying instruments with me.” She smiled broadly. “I’m really very excited about this. Will you be in touch with Mrs. Wabash?”
Nancy said she planned to telephone her that evening and hoped the woman would have returned from her trip.
“I know she’ll be pleased that we found you,” Nancy said. She gave Wanna the Anderson’s home address; then the Indian student said good-by. “I’ll see you all in the morning.”
Bess saw the rest of their group arriving and soon they were all together. A big table had been reserved for them, and in a short time they were eating and watching an amusing stage show.
After they returned to the Anderson residence, Nancy called Mrs. Wabash.
“I’ve just come home,” the woman said. “Before leaving River Heights I spoke with the police. They had heard nothing about the stolen tablets.”
Nancy surprised the woman by telling her she had seen
Ned went up to a young woman who was evidently waiting for a long-distance call and was holding the receiver.
“Pardon me,” said Ned, “but are you Miss Antler?”
The young woman began to laugh. “No—dear. I’m Miss Lambkin. Ma-a! Ma-a! What can I do for you?”
Ned ignored the crude humor. “Do you happen to know Miss Antler?” he asked.
Again the young woman giggled. “Come now, is that her real name?”
Ned decided not to tell her. “Who knows?” he said, walking away. At that moment the young woman’s call came through, and she began to talk with someone.
A little while later Ned joined the rest of the group, which had already gathered. Nancy had found Miss Antler, and now she introduced her to the others. She was a young Indian woman, very pretty and charming.
“I’m so glad you found me,” she said in a musical voice. “Mrs. Wabash wrote to tell me that you were coming, but unfortunately she did not say when.
“I’m a graduate student of geology and surveying. This is how I became interested in the desert area. It was through some experimental work I’ve done here that I met Mrs. Wabash. Unfortunately, I left no forwarding address, so she couldn’t get in touch with me again.”
Nancy smiled. “That was a lucky telephone call. To be truthful, we have heard so many amusing names paged here, we decided all of them were probably people who were traveling incognito. We even wondered if you might be.”
“No,” the young Indian woman responded, her black eyes twinkling. “It’s really my name but I am teased a good deal about it.”
Ned spoke up. “Mrs. Wabash said you could help us in our search in the desert.”
Miss Antler said she believed she could. “I was helping Mrs. Wabash translate the petroglyphs on those ancient tablets. Now we can finish the work.”
“Didn’t you know,” Nancy asked, “that all but one tablet were stolen?”
“No. How dreadful!”
Nancy told her the whole story, including the few clues that she had.
“My friends and I hope the police will pick up Fleetfoot.”
“I hope so, too,” the young Indian woman said. “In the meantime, in my work I have collected stories and legends from the older Indians who live in this area. I think there are some good clues in them as to where some rewarding digging might take place.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Nancy told her.
“Terrific!” George exclaimed. “Could you draw us a map?”
Miss Antler smiled. “I was hoping that maybe you would invite me to go on the dig with you.”
Nancy was excited by this idea. “Could you? We’d love to have you come.”
“I’d love to accept,” Miss Antler replied. “Since we’ll be working closely, I want you to call me by my first name. It’s Wanna.”
“What a pretty name!” Bess remarked.
“I think so, too,” Wanna said. “When are you going to start your trip?”
“We’re planning to leave tomorrow morning,” Nancy told her. “Could you be ready by that time?”
“Oh yes,” Wanna said. “I’ll bring some special tools and surveying instruments with me.” She smiled broadly. “I’m really very excited about this. Will you be in touch with Mrs. Wabash?”
Nancy said she planned to telephone her that evening and hoped the woman would have returned from her trip.
“I know she’ll be pleased that we found you,” Nancy said. She gave Wanna the Anderson’s home address; then the Indian student said good-by. “I’ll see you all in the morning.”
Bess saw the rest of their group arriving and soon they were all together. A big table had been reserved for them, and in a short time they were eating and watching an amusing stage show.
After they returned to the Anderson residence, Nancy called Mrs. Wabash.
“I’ve just come home,” the woman said. “Before leaving River Heights I spoke with the police. They had heard nothing about the stolen tablets.”
Nancy surprised the woman by telling her she had seen
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