"No, I had your saddle in my tent," Walter informed him.

"The question is--" began Tad.

"The first question is, what has become of Eagle-eye," interrupted the
Professor.

"That's so. I had forgotten about him," said Tad.

The lads looked at each other questioningly. The same thought was in
the mind of each.

"You--you don't suppose--" muttered Walter.

"Of course! That's it! It's Eagle-eye!" exclaimed Ned.

"Don't be too quick to accuse anyone, young gentlemen. It is very
irritating, I know. But let us be slow about placing the charge at
any man's door, be he copper colored or white."

"But, Professor," expostulated Ned Rector, "he goes away, and while
absent from camp two ponies are stolen. To-day we leave him halfway
down the rocks and upon our return, two more ponies are missing, as
well as the Indian himself. What can we think, but that he has had
something to do with our loss?"

"If I remember correctly, it was Eagle-eye who called our attention to
the fact that the animals had been stolen last night. You thought
they had broken away," recalled Professor Zepplin.