"They must have led the horse around our camp," said Uncle Tad, and this proved to be a correct guess, for on the other side of the camp the footprints of a horse, with the same shaped hoof as that of Eagle Feather's, were seen.
"Now we find horse easy," said the Indian, as he and his companion hurried on through the big woods.
"Well, I hope you find him, and I'm glad you don't think any one around here had anything to do with it," said Uncle Tad. "I hope you find your horse soon."
But it was a vain hope, for in a little while it began to rain and the rain, Mr. Brown said, would wash away all hoofprints of the Indian's horse, so they could no longer be seen. But Eagle Feather and his friend did not come back.
"Oh, I wish we had something to do!" cried Sue, as the rain kept on pelting down on the roof of the tent, and she and Bunny could not go out.
"It would be fun if we had your electric train now and my Sallie Malinda," said Sue.
"That's right!" exclaimed Bunny. "But I don't s'pose we'll ever get 'em."
"No, I s'pose not," sighed Sue.
The children were trying to think of a rainy-day game to play and wishing they could go out, when there came a knock on the main tent pole, which was the nearest thing to a front door in the camp.
"Oh, it's Mrs. Preston, the egg lady," said Sue, who, out of a celluloid tent window, had watched the visitor coming to the camp.