"Aren't you going to eat any, Tom?" Bunny asked, as he took the ear the bigger boy handed him.
"Oh, yes, I'll have some now, if you've had all you want."
"Well, maybe I'll eat more," said Bunny.
"And I want another," put in Sue.
"There's plenty here," said Tom, as he began to eat. Almost as he spoke there was a crackling of the leaves and sticks behind the embers of the roast-corn party, and before any one could turn around to see what it was a voice spoke:
"White folks make heap good meal same as Indians."
"That's right, Eagle Feather," called back Tom, who did not seem to be so much taken by surprise as did the others. "Come and have some. What brings you here?"
"Eagle Feather lose him horse," was the answer. "Come look for him. Maybe you hab?" and he squatted down beside the campfire and accepted a roasted ear that Tom handed him.
"What does this mean about Eagle Feather's horse being here?" asked Mr. Brown.
"Me tell you 'bout a minute," answered the Indian, gnawing away at the corn.