With the children and Tom safely in bed Uncle Tad and Mr. and Mrs. Brown talked the matter over.

“Eagle Feather seems to think his horse was brought to this camp,” said Mrs. Brown.

“Perhaps he does,” agreed her husband.  “But that doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t like it though,” went on his wife.  “The idea of thinking Bunny might have had a hand in the trick!”

“I don’t believe Eagle Feather ever had such an idea,” laughed Mr. Brown.  “He might have thought Tom, from having watched the corn dance, had taken the horse in fun, but I don’t believe he has any such idea now.”

“I should hope not!” exclaimed Mrs. Brown.

Early the next morning Eagle Feather and another Indian came to the camp.  They looked for the marks of horses’ hoofs and found some they said were those of Eagle Feather’s animal in the soft dirt.  But though the marks came to the edge of the camp, they did not go through the spaces between the tents.

“They must have led the horse around our camp,” said Uncle Tad, and this proved to be a correct guess, for on the other side of the camp the footprints of a horse, with the same shaped hoof as that of Eagle Feather’s, were seen.

“Now we find horse easy,” said the Indian, as he and his companion hurried on through the big woods.

“Well, I hope you find him, and I’m glad you don’t think any one around here had anything to do with it,” said Uncle Tad.  “I hope you find your horse soon.”

But it was a vain hope, for in a little while it began to rain and the rain, Mr. Brown said, would wash away all hoofprints of the Indian’s horse, so they could no longer be seen.  But Eagle Feather and his friend did not come back.

“Oh, I wish we had something to do!” cried Sue, as the rain kept on pelting down on the roof of the tent, and she and Bunny could not go out.

“It would be fun if we had your electric train now and my Sallie Malinda,” said Sue.

“That’s right!” exclaimed Bunny.  “But I don’t s’pose we’ll ever get ’em.”

“No, I s’pose not,” sighed Sue.

The children were trying to think of a rainy-day game to play and wishing they could go out, when there came a knock on the main tent pole, which was the nearest thing to a front door in the camp.

“Oh, it’s Mrs. Preston, the egg lady,” said Sue, who, out of a celluloid tent window, had watched the visitor coming to the camp.

“She can’t be coming with eggs,” said Mrs. Brown, “for I bought some only yesterday.”  Mrs. Preston quickly told what she wanted.

“I’ve come for your two children, Mrs. Brown,” she said.  “I know how hard it is to keep them cooped up and amused on a rainy day.

“Now over at our house we have a lovely big attic, filled with all sorts of old-fashioned things that the children of our neighbors play with.  They can’t harm them, and they can’t harm themselves.  Don’t you want to let Bunny and Sue come over to my attic to play?”