“Great medicine!” he exclaimed.  “Heap big powerful.  Indian do anything with that medicine.  Bring him along an’ soon find cow.”

“Oh, I couldn’t bring my whole train, the track and the batteries into the woods,” said Bunny.  “But I’ll take one car with me.”

“Well, maybe one car help some,” said the Indian.  “Little gal bring baby bear whose eyes light up same as in dark by campfire.”

“Yes, I’ll bring Sallie Malinda,” promised Sue.  “That’s my Teddy’s name,” she explained.

“Well, don’t lose your toys,” cautioned their mother, “and don’t be gone too long, for dinner will soon be ready.  And, Eagle Feather, don’t forget to come back for 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.”