"So you think a white man took your horse, and that's why you come to us?" asked Mr. Brown.

"Yes. You know much white man. Maybe so like one ask you hide my horse in your tent."

"Indeed not!" cried Mr. Brown. "I haven't any friends who would steal a man's horse."

"Maybe not," went on the Indian. "But night of green corn dance him come to see it and your boy too," and Eagle Feather pointed first at Tom and then at Bunny.

"We didn't see Eagle Feather's horse!" cried out Bunny Brown.

"Easy, my boy," said his father. "Let's get at what Eagle Feather means."

Before he could ask a question the Indian pointed a finger at Tom and asked sharply:

"You see my horse night you come green corn dance?"

"Not a sign of him did I see," answered Tom quickly. "And I wasn't nearer the middle of the village, where the campfire was, than half a mile. We didn't take your horse, Eagle Feather."

"Maybe so not. Eagle Feather thought maybe you might see," went on the red man. "Me know you good boy, Tom—good to Indians. These little Brown boy an' gal—they good too.