"Oh, that's one of the Indians!" quickly thought Bunny. "Well, he saved
my train all right. I'm glad of that."

With a slide and a roll Bunny reached the foot of the hill, and by
catching hold of a small tree he saved himself from slipping into the
water.

The Indian looked up from the toy train at which he was gazing in
puzzled fashion.

"That's mine," said Bunny, speaking slowly. He knew some of the Indians
who lived on a reservation in the big woods, not far from Camp
Rest-a-While. Some of them could speak fairly good English and
understand it. Others knew only a few words and Bunny wanted to make
sure this Indian understood him.

"Huh! This you?" asked the red man, as the Indians are sometimes called.

"Yes, that's mine," said Bunny. "It's a train of cars."

"Oh, puff-puff train. Eagle Feather ride in puff-puff train once. How
him go?" and he set Bunny's train down on a smooth rock, while the
little boy shook the dust from his clothes and tried to comb it out of
his hair with his fingers.

"It can't go now--no track--no electric current," explained Bunny.
"Track up there on top of hill," he went on, motioning and speaking as
slowly as he could, and with few words, so the Indian would understand.