“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 and Bunny waited they heard, off in the distance, the lowing of a cow.

“Hark!” cried Bunny.

“That my cow,” said Eagle Feather.  “I tell you boy and gal medicine heap good—­find cow soon.  Over this way!  Soon hab cow now!”

He hurried on ahead so fast that Bunny and Sue could hardly keep up with him, but they managed to do so and, a little later, they saw, in a little glade among the trees, a cow with a broken rope trailing from her neck.  She had two twisted, or crumpled, horns.

“Oh, that’s the cow that was in our tent!” cried Sue.  “I’d know her anywhere.”

“She my cow—­give good milk for little papoose.  What for you run away?” he asked, going up to the cow, rubbing her neck and pretending to talk into her ear.

The cow mooed softly and appeared glad to see Eagle Feather.

“Well, now you’ve got your cow back you can come to our camp, get the soup and go to your cabin,” said Bunny.  “I’m glad you found her.”

“Boy and girl, with heap good medicine find,” said Eagle Feather.  “Much thankful to you.  Some day make bow and arrows for boy, and moccasins for feet of little girl with bear that makes fire eyes at night.  Indian glad!”

“Oh, we were only too glad to help you,” said Bunny.  “Now we must be going back to camp.”

“Me come—­cow come too,” said Eagle Feather, and he led the cow by the broken rope.  They were soon back at the tents, telling Mrs. Brown how they had found the lost cow.  Eagle Feather spoke much about the toy train and the Teddy bear “medicine,” but Mrs. Brown laughed.

“This is better medicine than all the toys in the world,” she said, as she gave Eagle Feather a big pail of soup.  “Take it home to your wife and children.”

“Me will—­all much ’bliged,” and Eagle Feather bowed.  Then with a farewell nod to the children the red man went off into the big woods leading his lost cow, who seemed glad to be on her way home again.

Mr. Brown came home that night to stay two or three days, for Bunker Blue could take care of the fish and boat business, and when Bunny’s father heard what had happened when Bunny put the toy track too near the edge of the hill, the little boy was told not to do it again, and promised not to.

“Eagle Feather was very good to you, and you must be kind to him and to all the Indians,” said Mr. Brown.  “So the wetting didn’t seem to hurt your toy engine, Bunny?”

“No, Daddy.  I shook off all the water.”

“Well, we’d better oil it and let it stand all night to take off the rust.  For if it gets rusty it won’t run.”

Bunny did not want this to happen, so he left his toy railroad out in the kitchen tent that night, near the stove in which a little fire was kindled.