and Mr. and Mrs. Brown
talked the matter over.

"Eagle Feather seems to think his horse was brought to this camp," said
Mrs. Brown.

"Perhaps he does," agreed her husband. "But that doesn't matter."

"I don't like it though," went on his wife. "The idea of thinking Bunny
might have had a hand in the trick!"

"I don't believe Eagle Feather ever had such an idea," laughed Mr.
Brown. "He might have thought Tom, from having watched the corn dance,
had taken the horse in fun, but I don't believe he has any such idea
now."

"I should hope not!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown.

Early the next morning Eagle Feather and another Indian came to the
camp. They looked for the marks of horses' hoofs and found some they
said were those of Eagle Feather's animal in the soft dirt. But though
the marks came to the edge of the camp, they did not go through the
spaces between the tents.

"They must have led the horse _around_ our camp," said Uncle Tad, and
this proved to be a correct guess, for on the other side of the camp the
footprints of a horse, with the same shaped hoof as that of Eagle
Feather's, were seen.

"Now we find horse easy," said the Indian, as he and his companion
hurried on through the big woods.

"Well, I hope you find him, and I'm glad you don't think any one around
here had anything to do with it," said Uncle Tad. "I hope you find your
horse soon."

But it was a vain hope, for in a little while it began to rain and the
rain, Mr. Brown said, would wash away all hoofprints of the Indian's
horse, so they could no longer be seen. But Eagle Feather and his friend
did not come back.

"Oh, I wish we had something to do!" cried Sue, as the rain kept on
pelting down on the roof of the tent, and she and Bunny could not go
out.

"It would be fun if we had your electric train now and my Sallie
Malinda," said Sue.

"That's right!" exclaimed Bunny. "But I don't s'pose we'll ever get
'em."

"No, I s'pose not," sighed Sue.

The children were trying to think of a rainy-day game to play and
wishing they could go out, when there came a knock on the main tent
pole, which was the nearest thing to a front door in the camp.

"Oh, it's Mrs. Preston, the egg lady," said Sue, who, out of a celluloid
tent window, had watched the visitor coming to the camp.

"She can't be coming with eggs," said Mrs. Brown, "for I bought some
only yesterday." Mrs. Preston quickly told what she wanted.

"I've come for your two children, Mrs. Brown,