“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 the Indian.  “Much funny.  Let Eagle Feather see!”

Sue showed the Indian how to make the eyes gleam by pressing the button in the toy bear’s back, and Eagle Feather did this several times.  He seemed to think the toy bear was a more wonderful toy than the train he had saved from the lake.  He gave this back to Bunny and kept the bear, flashing the eyes again and again.

“You mustn’t do it too much or you’ll wear out the batteries inside the bear,” said Bunny.  “The same kind of electric batteries make the eyes of the bear bright as run my train.”