or the soup," she concluded.

"Me no forget," said the Indian.

Then with the children he went to the place where Uncle Tad had tied the
stray cow, and from where she had broken loose. That was the starting
place for the search.

Mrs. Brown was not at all nervous about letting Bunny and Sue go away
with the Indian, Eagle Feather. All the farmers for miles around spoke
of his honesty and kindness. He owned several farms, as well as horses
and cows. He did business with the white people, and all of them trusted
him. Mr. Brown often bought things from him.

Bunny, carrying one car of his train, and Sue, her Teddy bear to which
she had given such a queer name, led the Indian to the tree to which
Uncle Tad had tied the cow in the night. There was the broken end of the
rope still tied around the tree, but there was no cow on the other end
of it.

"She go this way," said Eagle Feather, pointing off toward the west.

"How can you tell?" asked Bunny.

"See feet marks in soft dirt--see broken branches where cow go
through--no look for path," and the Indian pointed to several branches
broken from the bushes through which the cow had forced her way in the
darkness after having broken loose from the tree.

"Come on, Sue!" called Bunny, as he followed the Indian, carrying the
toy train in his hand.

"I'm coming," answered his sister. "But the thorns catch in the fuzzy
wool of Sallie Malinda and scratch her. I've got to go slower than you."

"All right--we wait for you," said Eagle Feather, who had heard what Sue
said. "No hurry from little gal," he said to Bunny. "Maybe her medicine
better for finding cow as yours, though me think yours very much
stronger medicine. Maybe we see--byemby." That was the way Eagle Feather
said "Bye-and-bye."

Bunny and the Indian went on slowly through the big woods, the red man
stopping every now and then to look down at the ground for marks of the
cow's hoofs, and also looking at the sides for signs of the broken
branches.

"Cow been here," he would say every little while. "Soon we catch 'er.
Medicine heap good. Indian like!"

"You'd better get yourself a toy train," said Bunny.

"No got money," returned Eagle Feather. "Like 'em very much for boy
papoose when he grow big so like you."

"Maybe I'll be tired of mine by that time and give it to him," said
Bunny.

"Too nice. You no get tired long while," said the Indian. "Heap big
medicine. Come, Sue, we wait for you."

As the Indian