up there on top of hill," he went on, motioning and speaking as
slowly as he could, and with few words, so the Indian would understand.

"Oh, go electricity--same as like lights in big city," said Eagle
Feather, which seemed to be the Indian's name. "Me
know--Buzz--whizz--flash--go quick--no come back."

"That's it," laughed Bunny Brown. He was not afraid of the Indian. The
men and the squaws, or women, used often to come to Camp Rest-a-While to
sell their baskets, their bead work or bows and arrows.

"That your train puff-puff cars. You take," said the Indian, handing the
toy to the little boy. "Indian see him ready to swim in water, no t'ink
good--catch um."

"I'm glad you did," said Bunny. "Thank you. I nearly went into the
water myself."

"Water good for boy--good for muskrat too, maybe," said Eagle Feather.
"Maybe not so good for meke-believe puff-puff train."

"That's right," said Bunny. "If my toy train had fallen into the lake
and stayed there very long, it might never have run again. But I can run
after I've been in the water."

Then Bunny heard a voice calling to him from up on top of the hill:

"Bunny! Bunny Brown! Are you all right?"

Bunny looked up quickly, and so did the Indian. Sue was standing on top
of the hill, holding her Teddy bear with the little electric eyes.

"I'm all right, Sue," called up Bunny. "Come down if you want to. But
come down by the path. My train is all right, too. Eagle Feather saved
it for me. He's one of the Indians from the reservation."

The State had set aside certain land for the Indians on which they must
live. Bunny and Sue, with their father or mother or Uncle Tad, had
often been to the place where the Indians lived.

"Are you all right, Bunny?" asked Sue again.

"Yep. Course. But I'm all dirty. Don't you roll down."

"I won't," promised the little girl, and she started for the path, which
was an easier way of getting to the bottom of the hill. The Indian
waited with Bunny, and when Sue stood beside the two Eagle Feather gave
a sort of grunt of welcome, for Indians are not great talkers.

"Bunny has an 'lectric train," said Sue, for she was no more afraid of
the red men than was her brother. "Bunny has an 'lectric train, and I
have an 'lectric Teddy bear. See, Eagle Feather!"

She pushed the button, or switch, in the back of her toy, and at once
the eyes flashed out brightly.

"Huh! That much like real bear when you see him in dark by campfire,"
said t