“You did!” cried Mrs. Brown.  “How did it happen?”

“Oh, I made the track straight, instead of in a circle, and the train got to going so fast in a straight line that it ran off the end of the rails downhill.  I ran after it, but I slipped and rolled.  Then the train rolled into the water, but only a teenty little way, and Eagle Feather got it out.  Wasn’t he good?”

“He was indeed, and we must thank him,” said Mrs. Brown.  “But did he stop you from going into the water also, Bunny?”

“No, Momsie.  I stopped myself by catching hold of a tree.  But I almost went in.  I’d have gone in after my train anyhow, if Eagle Feather hadn’t got it for me.”

“Thank you, Eagle Feather,” said Mrs. Brown.  “I must give you some of the nice soup I have made.  The papooses will like it.”

“Squaw like it, and Indian like it heap, too,” said Eagle Feather.

“Yes, but the squaw, as you call your wife, and the little children, must have some first.”

“Oh, yes.  Give ’em milk too, if so he can find cow.”

“Oh, is your cow lost?  And was it she who poked her head in our tent last night?” asked Mrs. Brown.

“I think it was, Mother,” said Bunny.  “She had two crumpled horns, and the one the farmer owns has only one.  Sue and I are going to help Eagle Feather find his cow.”

“Well, you mustn’t go very deep into the big woods,” said Mrs. Brown.  “But then I think the cow can’t have wandered far, for there is good feeding near where Uncle Tad tied her.”

“You show me where cow broke loose, I find her,” said Eagle Feather.  “Indian hab heap good medicine to find cow.”

“Medicine?  You don’t need medicine to find a cow,” said Mrs. Brown.  “You might need medicine if your cow were sick, but she didn’t look sick when she poked her nose into the tent.”

“Cow no sick, but heap good medicine find her all same,” replied Eagle Feather, smiling.

“He means our toys, Mother,” said Bunny.  “He called my train of cars and Sue’s doll heap good medicine.”

“Oh, I see!” exclaimed Mrs. Brown.  “It’s a sort of charm.  But you mustn’t believe in that sort of nonsense, children, even if some of the more ignorant Indians do.”

“But, Mother,” asked Bunny, “mayn’t I show Eagle Feather how my toy train works?  He didn’t see it, and I know he’d like to.  Mayn’t I show him the train and how it runs?”

“Oh, yes, I suppose so.  But be quick about it, if you are going to help him hunt for his cow.”

Bunny relaid the track, in a circle this time, so the engine and cars would not roll off to where they were not intended to go.  Meanwhile Sue flashed the eyes of her Teddy Bear so Eagle Feather could see them.  He looked very closely at the toy, but when Bunny had his train on the circular track, the batteries connected, and had started the little locomotive pulling the cars after it, the eyes of Eagle Feather grew big with wonder.