asked Sue in a whisper.

"I hardly think so," answered Mr. Brown. "Still, they are not all as
honest as Eagle Feather. We'll have a look around their camp."

"And maybe we'll find my train at the same time," said Bunny, hopefully.

"We'll look for it," replied Mr. Brown.

All of a sudden Bunny began to run around in a circle, bending down
toward the ground.

"What are you doing?" asked Sue. "Playing stoop-tag?"

"No, I'm looking for the marks of Indians' feet," answered Bunny. "If
Indians came around here to take your doll, they'd leave some mark. I'm
trying to find it."

Sue shook her head.

"What's the matter?" asked Bunny.

"Indians don't leave any tracks," returned the little girl. "'They are
very cunning,' it says in my school reader-book, 'and they can slip
through a forest leaving no more trace than that of the wind.' I don't
know what 'trace' is, but it must be true, for it's in my book."

"Oh, those were old-fashioned Indians," said Bunny. "That kind wouldn't
leave any marks. But these Indians wear shoes, and they'd leave a mark
in soft ground. Wouldn't they, Daddy?"